Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Aresenn stood by and observed Absinth's struggle, his amber gaze darkened with a mixture of concern and frustration. He knew she would never admit to needing help, even as she stumbled and faltered in her weakened state. But he couldn't just stand by and watch her damage herself further because of her stubborn pride- not that he wouldn't be the exact same way if their roles had been reversed. He followed closely behind her as she staggered towards the entrance, ready to intervene if necessary. "Absinth," he grumbled in annoyance, trying to get her attention. But she seemed determined to push through on her own. As they reached the threshold, Aresenn saw her body ricochet off the wall and he could no longer bear to see her struggle alone. Without hesitation or seeking permission, he pressed his side against hers - the uninjured one - and braced himself, determined to take on some of the weight she bore. He steadied her as she fought for balance on her weary paws, and whether she liked it or not, he was going to help her.

"Aresenn Praetor"