We Work Ourselves To The Bone Each Night

*Resin* · 05-15-2021, 10:04 AM

A low rumble was released as Luta tried to convince her that the disease harmed Tamsyn. It didn't ease her mind, but she let it slide. It seemed that Luta had more to speak of.

The healer brought up the mental state of the children and relayed the message that Artorias had for her. Resin's dark ears tucked against her skull and she looked away, her golden eye closing. Artorias was such a good, thoughtful child. He would have to curb his emotions as he grew or he risked having them run rampant over him.

Luta offered her the option of sedatives if she would just meet with the children and Resin rumbled again. It was so risky... but if the healer thought it would help her children, then she would try. With a sigh of resignation, the ashen woman nodded. "Prepare the sedative. Make sure that someone strong is close just in case." If for some reason the sedative didn't work and she became hostile, someone would have to force her back into the prison.

Suddenly she felt exhausted by the sheer intensity of the future meeting. She rubbed between her eyes and gave her head a shake. "Leave me now, Luta. Make your preparations. Tell Tamsyn and the children. And Luta," she met the woman's gaze with her own. "Thank you."

"Resin"

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We Work Ourselves To The Bone Each Night

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