Held Together with Glue and String

Word that her brother had shown up on Elysium's shore collapsed and crudely bandaged in vines had gotten back to her fairly quickly from the wolves that had helped carry him to his and Keelin's den. As soon as she heard she rushed down to check on him, but she was very swiftly driven away by the brindled woman, quietly telling her that he was resting and that she didn't want him to be disturbed. At the very least Manea had been able to catch a glimpse of him, seeing that he was in fact very much asleep and covered in a fur. That gave her enough peace of mind to know that he was being cared for and still alive to leave him be for at least a day or two.

She came back a couple of days later and luckily this time Keelin seemed to be out. Why she didn't know, maybe getting some more supplies or food, but either way there was no one to keep her from seeing Merrick. She knew that she could have just told Keelin to stand down and let her through, but she didn't want to do anything that would harm her healing brother nor did she feel like dealing with the wrath of his mate and healer. It was easier to just come back later than it was to make an enemy of his woman—even though she still didn't quite understand the extent of their relationship.

Manea walked into the cave, stepping over to where he was laying. There wasn't a fur draped over him this time so she could see the extent of his wounds and the numerous stitches that had been used to put him back together. "Whatever got you really got you good, huh?" she questioned as she brought her gaze up to his, a light teasing to her tone to try and deflect some of the seriousness of the situation. She settled next to him, giving him a questioning glance. "How're you feeling?"

"Manea Mendacium"