Losing Myself Piece By Piece

All at once, Gwyn's room was engulfed in pandemonium. His little sister and her companion rushed around the medical ward collecting the necessary tools, although it took some prodding from Eileen to get her moving. Artorias didn't stop ushering Tamsyn through the room until he had her over to the patient bed while Gwyn directed him to grab a water skin for her. His body moved as if on autopilot, rushing over to the fireplace where a dying fire crackled and grabbed the skin in his jaws, all the while his mind racing while he tried to figure out why Resin had attacked Tamsyn. What the hell had happened in that room?! Tamsyn looked like she was in shock, and she probably was, so getting any answers out of her was going to be impossible. All he could do now was be helpful in any way he could. A part of him—a very angry part of him—wanted to go back and yell at Resin through the door, to demand she explain herself, but that wouldn't solve anything and would only infuriate his older mother. Interrogations would have to come later.

At Gwyn's instructions, Artorias brought the skin of water over to the bowl with crushed herbs in it and poured the contents in to swirl and mix with the medicinal plants. He then stepped back to watch Gwyn go about cleaning up their mother's injuries. Subconsciously, Art had his body turned to face the door, ever alert and protective of his family. Once he get his senses back about him, he stepped over to the door and pushed it closed to give them some privacy. Nobody needed to see his mother like this. Tam had sent for Ulric to deal with Resin and he would have to trust the older man to do his duty. For now, he only had to focus on protecting his family and doing whatever Gwynevere asked of him.

It was going to be a long night...


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"