Losing Myself Piece By Piece

Gwynevere gave Artorias a grateful glance when he settled next to their mother and began soothing and calming her and once the cloths were placed over the wounds she got up to go get a few other things she'd need to start sealing up the wounds - or at least attempt to. At this point she was mostly just hoping that she'd be able to keep it from bleeding any more and allow the skin to start growing back. It was just so ripped and tattered... By the time she got back with the last pieces of horsetail she had and some lambs ear she noticed that the rise and fall of Tamsyn's chest had calmed and steadied a bit and peeked at her face to see that she had worn herself out into sleep. Good, at least she'd get a bit of rest, even if it was purely out of her body's need to heal. She looked to Artorias with worry creasing her brow. She knew she wasn't necessarily out of the woods just yet even though she was more stable now, but... What was going to happen to all of them? To Resin? What had caused all of this? She was too tired and concerned over the patient in front of her to really think about any of those things as she began to slowly peel back each piece of cloth and start piecing together her skin the best she could with the sticky horsetail, but they swirled in the back of her mind while she worked under Eilwen's watchful gaze. She was fearful about the future and concerned that she wasn't ready to meet the challenge of it.

Gwynevere | Eilwen