all up in your head

"I'm sorry."

He spoke of pain, of this pain... And she could only assume it wasn't the raid wounds or the mutation coming in. Eden had come to terms with the fact she'd never be able to help him, not truly. Something had broken in Ignis long, long ago. She didn't know what, but it hurt him enough to want to hurt others now. She had turned briefly to him to try and express sorrow, but all she felt was sympathetic pulls in her soul.

He was too hurt to really have a conversation with. She crushed the marigold and bark other herbs to try and make a poultice. But she realized she'd have to clean his wounds first. Eden turned to find moss, dipping it in clean water before approaching the large wolf again. She hesitated once, her paws hovering over his massive frame as if asking permission. "I'm going to clean your wounds. They may bleed when the dirt is gone, but that's normal."