the sun is shining the birds are singing

A great weight was lifted from the girl's shoulders as Erystotle told her that he could help. The man was sympathetic and she could see it in his eyes. It made her way to cry even more. With the adrenaline gone and the pain settling firmly in her little frame, her emotions were running high. She followed him to his rooms and moved inside. Were he a stranger, she most likely wouldn't have gone along with it, but her father trusted this man, so she would too.

Once inside, Scylla settled upon the man's bed, wincing as she did so. Jostling her sore shoulder brought another soft whine of pain, ears tucking back against her skull. Erys offered her something that would help her sleep and Scylla eagerly consumed it. If she was asleep, then she wouldn't feel the pain, right?

Laying her head down on the pile of furs, Scylla's brow furrowed as he asked about her shoulder. "Stiff and sore." The girl tried to flex her paw, but gave a soft yelp. Yeah... she wouldn't be walking on that for a while.

"Scylla"