After her talk with Hay, Bellamy had gone to lay back down once more. The darkness of her den brought comfort. The echo of the falls into the cave system was calming, and before the woman knew it she had drifted off once more. Her dreams were not pleasant, causing her to toss and turn as past and current events blended together in her dreams. So much bloodshed… so many faces come and gone… when her eyes snapped open to a voice she jumped up, breathing heavily. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was… who was speaking to her. Bellamy sighed heavily, settling back down on her furs and pillow as she found her voice. “Depends on your definition of ‘better’, Bae-syl.” She placed her head on her paws, realizing that her whole body was beginning to ache as the herbs Lucette gave her for pain wore off. Her shoulder and neck stung and burned… but she wasn’t keen on leaving her den right now. “If you’re going to talk you may as well step in here. I’m… not feeling up to leaving right now.”
"Speech," 'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Bellamy has two companions - a Tasmanian devil and an American badger. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
Berserker
