Put love on hold, young Hollywood

She began to prepare the herbs she needed to treat his wounds, but slowly she began to abandon the task when she noticed the tears starting to cloud his silver gaze. Her ears folded back with concern and she nudged the herbs away as she shifted closer to lean into him for a moment, patiently waiting for him to explain. She didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, but at the same time she had no idea what was going on or how to help - if she could even help at all. Sympathy and worry deepened in her expression as the tears began to fall in earnest. Eventually the truth of it came out and her brows lifted with shock and she was able to understand what was hurting him so.

"Océan, I'm... I'm so sorry..." she whispered gently as she struggled to find the right words to say. She could figure out how to heal wounds or cuts or injuries of various sorts, but broken hearts were not exactly in her list of knowledge of how to fix it. She carefully lifted her head over his and tried to pull his head into her chest, wanting to at least embrace him and hide him away from the world if he wished. She didn't really even want to ask if he knew how she died or question for any details on the matter. She only wanted to comfort her brother in the only way she knew how. She knew that eventually she would have to get back to treating his wounds, but they could wait. Nothing was critical or dire among the small wounds all over his body and they most certainly could wait while she let him cry about the loss of his friend.

"Chrystelle"