Right from the frying pan

Bellamy

Everything was so fast, yet felt frozen at the same time. Bellamy was recoiling, trying to get a grip on herself, but this battle was one she had never been good at… and that scared her further. What if one of these days she wasn’t able to bring herself back? What if… what if she did hurt someone she loved? She couldn’t think like that. Gods above she coudln’t think like that. She closed her eyes, shuddering as she felt the weight of Ears press against her. She was grateful for him, and Whiskers, however. Her companions knew her well, and had been there throughout thick and thin. They protected her, even when she was wrong… Whatever she had done for such loyal friends she thanked the Divinities for them.

She barely heard her little girl, her mind whirling so much it was hard to focus on anything. She felt another touch, taller, and heard a soft voice. A voice she knew. Bells whimpered. It was Gavroche. He’d come. She didn’t deserve him either… but he was there for her. She pressed lightly against his smaller size, needing to feel him. Even just the feel of his feathered wings brushing against her brought the woman comfort.

When the herbs were pressed against her lips Bellamy took them into her mouth and began to chew. They were from Gavroche, they were safe, she knew. Even when she couldn’t put things into words, she knew things were going to be alright. After chewing she laid down, curling her head around Gav’s smaller body. She needed him, she had to have him close. Her ears remained pinned. She hated this…

Ears laid down beside his mistress while Ears moved back toward them as well. The badger would let Gavroche handle speaking from here. The man, while tiny, like his daughter, had a good head on his shoulders.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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Right from the frying pan

Beau

Bellamy