We Can Be Immortals

At his behest, Bellamy and Haydée began to make their way across the border and into the Hallows. The going was slow due to Bellamy's fatigue, but there was no rush. Artorias remained by his guests' side every step of the way back towards the castle, no matter how long it took. Haydée's tears showed just how lost and unprepared the young girl was for the tasks forced onto her shoulders and the burdens she was now made to bear, and Bellamy looked like a sight of death, barely hanging on to the will to live. Hay looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and thanked him, but Artorias was quick to shake his head when she made mention of repaying him. "This is what we do, Haydée. Helping wolves to heal and grow stronger is our cause. We need no repayment, though remember that kindness paid forward is its own reward." He was telling Haydée what he had learned many years ago—doing good in the world to others bred more good deeds of their own. It was the mercy their world needed.

Bellamy murmured a soft thanks and then apologized, but again Artorias was swift to deny her apology with a shake of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, Bellamy of Foi. Your heart and spirit are wounded, just like your body can be after a fight. You've been through a terrible ordeal and need to heal. There is no shame or guilt in asking for help." Artorias leaned his head down to gently nudge the tall woman's shoulder, offering her a tender smile. "The fact that you've endured through this pain and keep going every day is a triumph you should be proud of, not ashamed of." Haydée asked if other members of her family and pack could come seek the aid of his mental health counselor and of course the Aegis gave her a nod of approval. "Of course, Haydée. Our pack is open to all who need us. You and your family are welcome anytime." What good woulda hospital or sanctuary be if they closed their doors to those in need?

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"