Just one question

She listened to Rudyard's question and didn't immediately follow what he meant. In her sleep deprived brain she was still too focused on Tamsyn to connect what he was saying to Resin. Unlike Rudyard and Artorias she hadn't gotten to see Resin since before the attack and hadn't really allowed herself to think farther than just keeping Tamsyn in one piece. There was a beat of silence as her mind put things together and then the recognition showed in her expression before shifting into an even more tired, worried, sadness as she sighed and looked toward the floor. "I... I don't know. I really don't. I..." She glanced toward the closed door that blocked them from where Tamsyn was still sleeping.

"I'm just barely keeping up with Momma... I..." She couldn't fail them. She couldn't. She glanced back toward Rudyard, her ears flicking. She didn't know why he was asking and she just didn't have it in her to question him on it. With a sigh she added, "From what Eilwen told me, it just depends. It could be months, could be a year, could be more. Since this all came on so suddenly... Maybe on the shorter end of that spectrum. But not even Eilwen is all that knowledgeable on it." Her raven had been the main source of a lot of her teaching so far and she trusted her opinion on things whole heartedly, but even her knowledge only went so far.

She gave him a skeptical glance after a moment, feeling tired, so so tired, as she told him, "Don't do anything reckless. I... I can't handle any of you getting hurt right now."

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"