Scars without and within

It was quiet. Everything was quiet. After the chaos of what had happened the night before, the quiet felt deafening. It felt like she had cried every tear she could possibly cry. All of the shock and fear had faded away, Gwynevere had treated the physical pain. All that was left behind was loss and mourning and confusion and disbelief. The emotional pain was still very much present, but there was no medicine that could solve that problem. She drifted in and out of sleep for awhile, but it didn't really feel like sleep. It felt more like her body was shutting down, forcing her to rest, forcing her to heal. She was sure that some of the many herbs and treatments that Gwynevere had given her were contributing to that as well, but she admittedly just felt wiped out. Physically and emotionally.

She was laying on one of the beds toward the middle of Gwyn's infirmary, most of her covered with a fur that Gwyn had insisted on draping over her and had done all but tuck her in to make her rest. Cloths were wrapped around her head like bandages, covering the majority of the torn skin around the right side of her face, though some portions of it still escaped the covering. She could smell the herbs that Gwynevere had just recently reapplied, layered thickly over the raw flesh in the young healer's attempts to keep the wound from getting infected and continuing to dull the pain. Tamsyn realized that she was quickly depleting her daughter's stores of herbs and guilt tugged at her for that. Gwyn had left her alone while she went to go ask the other healers to take some of there's and search the pack's stores for some things she might be able to substitute for others. She had never wanted to be a bother and that hadn't changed now.

She was so shut off from the world that she hadn't noticed her son's presence until he spoke. She lifted her head and turned so that she could see him from her left eye since her right eye was still covered, her ears flicking back when she spotted Rudyard standing in the doorway. "Rudy..." she said softly, chest squeezing with emotion. She hadn't had a moment to even think about what it would be like to face her children again after all of this. Artorias had found her immediately afterward and Gwyn had been woken up to treat her, but... He questioned how she was doing and she didn't know how to respond. With a bit of effort, she pushed herself up till she was sitting on her haunches, the fur sliding off of her back.

"I'll... be okay," she told him quietly after a moment even though she didn't quite believe it. At least not yet. She would have to be for them, but she wasn't ready to be okay yet. She lifted a paw and waved him over to her. She just needed to be with them, she didn't want to be alone. Being alone was just leaving her with her own thoughts and her own pain. "Will you come sit with me?"

"Tamsyn" | "Blue"