Her father gave in. Proud as he was, even he had to realize that he needed help. As he shifted his body to allow her access to his back, the antlered girl moved closer, furrowing her brow. “Making sure you don’t risk infection on such a large wound by pushing too fast would make me happy.” Her tone had become quieter as she sat by his side, setting down her back before she started to bring out the herbs she would need. “...You hurt all of us, you know.” He probably didn’t want to talk about what had happened, but Rivin didn’t care. She was going to be heard. “I won’t speak for Aresenn and Diablo, but your disappointment cut deeper than any wound, especially when I’ve only ever cared about making you proud.”
The herbs were spread out, and for a moment Rivin stared at them as her ears fell. “Dad… I… I need to tell you something else, too.” She reached for the water skin, pouring it over some moss so she could clean up the edges of the wound. “I had a black out session… when I came to, I had this dead cat at my paws. I tried to swim back to the main island… and almost drowned. If it wasn’t for Calico Jack, I would have.” Her gaze flicked back to Ignis, sadness within them. The fire, the anger she had… all replaced with hurt. How could she remain mad? Ever since she had been a pup, she had idolized her father and looked up to him. He was her idol… the wolf she had wanted to be like when she became an adult.
“I want to make you proud, but I don’t want to kill myself trying to do so.” She moved the moss ball to his back, swallowing hard. The last raid, before her promotion, she had won both of her fights. Was that enough to earn his approval…? Her paw shook as she lightly pressed against the wound, not wanting to irritate his back worse than it already was.
"Speech," 'Thought.'
