pride and fear

With Haiku and the healers working together to try and figure out the answer to this mystery plague, Bowen had time to herself. Forbidden from leaving the protective castle walls due to an insane family member gunning for her, the caramel cream fae found herself wandering the halls as though she were a ghost. Alone, that familiar, deep sadness began pushing itself to the forefront of her emotions once more. Being stolen from her family at such a young age had ravaged the woman's emotions. She was getting better at controlling them, but there were times when it felt like she was pushed back to square one.

Passing a particular room close to her own, Bowen noted that the door was open and voices were speaking softly inside. Reflexively, the fae's emerald gaze swung towards the door and she noted a dark furred wolf laying prone while a nice sized badger fluffed pillows and spoke of visitors. Bowen stopped for a moment, one dark gloved paw hovering over the stone while she considered taking another step. Then, she shifted positions and slid through the open doorway.

"I hope you don't mind the intrusion," she began with her soft, even tones. As her viridian gaze took in the scene, she realized that the woman was unable to move. Concern drew Bowen's brows together and she took another step forward. "I'm Bowen," she introduced herself. "Is there anything that I can do to help? My sister is the packs lead healer." That didn't mean that she could do anything about stiffness or pain, but she could definitely ask and grab some pain relieving herbs, if necessary.

"Bowen"