Invidie

The coldness to her greeting didn't slip past her. It made a flicker of something cross her features, a pull of her brows together and a flicker of her brows pulling together. She didn't have the band width to worry about whatever was going on in Bowen's head in that moment. Whatever the petty emotion was that might be causing that kind of greeting didn't have barring on her right now. Her one and only concern was Artorias and anything else could be addressed later. She listened to Bowen's explanation of things, her ears pulling back with worry as she detailed how Artorias had gone after a larger brute out of revenge. Her jaw tightened as she fought off the initial frustration over him going after this man. She didn't even have to ask if he had done it on his own, she already knew that he had. Artorias had a terrible sense of honor and pride that made him put the entire world on his own shoulders without asking for help from anyone and it infuriated her constantly.

But he was alive and stable and she could breathe a small sigh of relief at that. She pulled herself back to her aching paws as Bowen pushed open the infirmary door and quietly led her in. Her eyes immediately landed on Art and her ears pinned back against her head at the sight of him wrapped up in bandages and so terribly injured, a heavy lump forming in her throat as she moved toward him. She was careful to be quiet as well so she wouldn't wake him either, moving toward the head of his bed to sit back on her haunches again. Her eyes traced the bandages, picking out all the spots where wounds were hidden away and examining the cuts that were too small to warrant a full bandage. Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned her head down to rest it on the edge of the bed near his paw, quickly blinking the tears of fear and relief, frustration and worry.

"Briar Fatalis"