Trying To Find The Words

Gwynevere had avoided going to see her mother entirely, saying that she was firmly following the rules that Ulric had laid out for them, but it was mostly just out of her own volition. Treating Tamsyn that first night had shaken her to her core. She already had her own aversions to violence as it was and after seeing what Resin had done and spending countless sleepless nights worrying about Tamsyn... She wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to see Resin again. She would rather just try to remember Resin from the last interaction they had when Resin brought her a gift of herbs - the same herbs she had ended up using on Tamsyn.

When Lúta called for them she stopped the work she was doing within her room and froze, listening to the howl uncertainly. If something was happening with Resin then she knew she should be there and if all her other siblings were going she knew her absence would be sorely noticed. She let a long breath out through her nose before finally turning toward the door and walking out through the castle, her nerves running higher and higher the closer she got. She didn't want to be afraid of Resin, but after what she had seen her mother go through to recover it was hard for her not to be.

She got to the dungeons just as Artorias was beginning to go down the stairs and she hesitated for a moment, gathering up what little courage she had before she followed after him, her heart beating nervously in her chest. She reached the bottom of the stairs and was shocked when she saw that Resin was free from the cell. Unlike her brothers and mother she hadn't been down here before so this was the first time seeing the layout of the dungeon, but she had heard that Resin had been locked away behind the bars. Seeing her out like this certainly didn't help her nerves. Gwyn went to Tamsyn's side and pressed into it, watching Resin uncertainly and tried to ignore her need to get Artorias away from her. She seemed calm right now and the longer she watched Artorias hugging her the more her nerves began to fade, but it was still difficult.

Gwynevere | Eilwen