Never Let It Get That Far

As the woman came forward to place herself on the cot, Ikigai took a closer look. The blood smelled bad and was quite dark. It was coming from under the fae's tail. The location of the bleeding plus the sense of shock that the wolf was in led Iki to believe one thing. "I'm sorry, but you're having a miscarriage," the pale fae spoke softly, dark ears slicking backwards. Did the woman even know that she had been pregnant? That might explain the lack of understanding, or perhaps it was simply disbelief.

Moving to the shelves of herbs, Ikigai collected a few that would help with pain, others to help with contractions so that the woman could expel the remnants within her, and a few that would help her rest. She was going to need it. Once those were ground down, Iki mixed them with a dollop of honey and placed the small dish before the woman. "Eat this.... Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know your name." Once the mixture was gone, Iki would go about cleaning the woman up.

"Iki"