And Justice For All

Artorias called out to Bowen - only to have his words cut off by a sound of pain. She was grateful that Briar was there to stop him from trying to get up. The last thing she needed right now was Art hurting himself to try to get to Bowen when she and Gwynevere were here to care for her. She considered calling for Kane so he could help as well, knowing Gwyn was probably exhausted, but when she saw Bowen's wild expression she held off. She didn't know what was going through Bowen's head in that moment but her motherly nature naturally shielded her daughter from anything and anyone else until she could find some kind of stability. Bowen's words confused her and made her brows pull together as she looked to Bowen with shock. "You what?! Beat who? Mother...?" she questioned as she continued to work on drying her off and warming her up with Gwynevere. It was only when Bowen hugged the muddy fur she had clung to that Tamsyn slowly begin to piece things together.

She froze, looking down at the rolled up fur and her eyes going wide as she noticed the gray tones the fur held through the gaps in the mud that was smeared across it. She fell back onto her haunches, staring at the fur in stunned silence. When Artorias had told her about what had happened, about what this bastard had done to Resin, she had honestly had a hard time believing it. Even with all the proof and the multiple eye witness accounts of it she still couldn't believe that someone would actually skin her late mate. But here it was. She lifted a shaky paw and brushed through the fur that wasn't being covered by Bowen's foreleg, tears beginning to pool in her mint gaze. "Oh Resin..." she whispered, her ears folding back against her head. It was so much, all of it. Artorias gravely injured, Gwyn traumatized, Bowen manic and on the verge of hypothermia, Rudyard in a coma, and now Resin...

She glanced up at Gwyn who was behind Bowen on the other side of the bed, her marbled gaze wide and terrified, looking at the fur that had been such a feature of her nightmares int he weeks that had passed between her attack and now. Tamsyn grit her teeth, drawing in a breath. She had to keep it together. She had to be strong for them, just as Resin had told her to do. She thought all this terror was finally behind them all, but just when they were all beginning to move on they were all drug back into it. But her children had been there for her when she needed it and she could be here for them now. She turned her gaze back to Bowen, gently resting her paw on her daughter's foreleg. "Bowen, can I... Can I take Resin from you?" she asked softly. She debated briefly on what to call the fur, but she was doing her best to get through to her daughter in whatever state she was currently in. She gave her a small smile, letting her paw brush Bowen's cheek. "You did so good. Let me take care of her now so Gwyn can take care of you, okay?"

Tamsyn Carpathius