Invidie

An out of breath woman came flying up the stairs towards the infirmary but stopped short when she saw Bowen standing there. A look of surprise crossed the antlered fae's face and as she fought to regain her breath, she spoke Bowen's name. "And you're Briar," she said in return, though a little more coldly than she had intended. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, the worry, whatever. The larger fae sat and Bowen did the same, keeping her tones low as she spoke so as not to wake the patients in Gwyn's infirmary.

"He's stable, thanks to Gwyn. He's very, very hurt though." The ivory and copper wolf gave her head a shake. "Art attacked a much larger wolf out of vengeance. A wolf that had attacked our sister. He was bested. It's..." Again Bowen shook her head. If Art wished for his girlfriend to know all of the sordid details, he'd tell her himself. How many guys wanted their woman to know that they'd been raped by another man and then left for dead? No, Bowen wouldn't make that decision for him.

Once Briar had caught her breath, Bowen motioned for her to follow with a pull of her crown. Briar may have been Art's woman, but this was Bowen's home by default, and so she led the fae to the infirmary and gently parted the wooden door to allow them both inside. Rudyard was asleep in one bed, in a coma, Gwyn had said. Art was in one nearby. Bandages crisscrossed his neck and shoulder. Her brother was fast asleep and she hoped that he remained that way. He needed sleep to heal.

Bowen motioned Briar forward and went to take a seat at the foot of Arts bed, looking up the length of his prone form with worry in her emerald gaze. She knew that he would heal and he would be okay, but she hated seeing him like this. It made her heart ache to know that he had gone through such trauma and that he was still in such pain.

"Bowen"