Breakaway

While she was a little more conscious but not fully there, hearing Tamsyn speak to her more coherently through her head and taking her paw made her visibly more relaxed. It could have been a dream she thought, but it didn't really matter. Just the relieving presence of her mother was all she needed.

As she had fallen back comfortably on the grasses under her, she nearly looked asleep or like she could. But that changed almost instantly when Kane returned with the herbs he needed. Her paw griped just a little harder around her mother's, but she didn't move or panic. At least, not on the outside. She solely relied on the way her mother reacted as the man approached her and made his work on the herbs. It was a good thing he didn't just immediately go to touch her not that she would have attacked him or anything like that. He made it easy to be more comfortable around him but she was still on edge given her circumstances.

She didn't say much as he spoke to her, her eyes just watching as he made the yarrow paste and looking up to her mother with scared eyes in response. Her body twitched just a little to his touch, more from the contact than the wounds. Her eyes did glance up at him if only for a second when he asked what hurt the most. And she finally spoke, "M-mostly just my throat." Her voice was coarse and quiet. She knew she didn't get out from the fight clean, but she barely even noticed her other wounds until he was applying the paste. The wound around her neck had definitely caused some bruising underneath and it was a lot more prominent that it hurt more from swallowing and when she had tried to talk. In a shuddered sigh, she looked back at her mother before looking around at the grapevines around them, "We need to get out of here." Her voice was mostly level, but it did have that hint of worry and panic in there. She did have the mindset of getting home and being safe behind the castle walls. Right now it would be the only thing she wanted.

"Asheila"