Stay Alive

Artorias pressing himself against her was the most life that she'd felt from him yet. The gesture was appreciated. She'd told him not to die and he'd promised not to do so. Giving her that little nudge proved that he was sticking to his word like a good brother should. Careful of his wounds, the auburn fae draped one foreleg over him while the lower leg hold him close. Even from behind him, she could feel the warmth of the fire. The larger wolf was becoming less like a meat popsicle and more like a living body once more. Bowen continued to rhythmically run her paw up and down Arts side, but it had become less about creating warmth and more about comfort. Repeating the action kept her focused and kept her mind from wandering to the worst possible scenario.

As the brute beside her gained more life, he began to speak. His words didn't make sense to Bowen and she furrowed her brow, resting her cheek between her brother's ears. "Who did this? What are you talking about?" Someone had done this to him on purpose? It had looked to Bowen as though he'd been attacked by a cat or a bear. The girl honestly didn't understand.

Artorias turned his head, using valuable strength to meet her gaze, so Bowen refused to look away. She stared deeply into the golden pools of her brother with wide, verdant eyes. He thanked her for coming to his rescue and Bowen offered him a small, somewhat sad smile. Her paw shifted to lovingly stroke his grey streaked cheek with soft, pink pads. "I'll always come when you need me, Torias." She used his childhood nickname before placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek. Gods... how she loved him.

"Speech"