drowning behind a glass wall

Were she feeling more herself she might notice that her heart wasn't the only one that was breaking, broken in this moment. She pulls Jael closer, holds her tighter, holding onto the only thing keeping her moored to the physical plane in this moment in time. Her children were caught up in their own battle with the black dog that stalked the Ravine and while she liked to think they'd know to seek her out if she was needed, in her heart she knew they were beyond that. But Jael was here, she was real and though everything felt so numb she could still feel Jael's heart beating alongside hers.

Modesty lifts a paw across Jael's shoulder, pulling her closer yet, teeth mindlessly combing through the fur at the base of her skull. A low warning growl is offered in response to her question, not for Jael, no, but for the Ethne wolves that were only here in ghost form. "I've raised a bounty on the bear, and for those that maim the Ethne wolves. They had the chance to right their wrongs. Siduri has asked for the right to go for the leader. I won't deny her that." The anxiety that decision alone was causing her had her shifting her weight across Jael, possessive, and almost mindless to her injuries. They were all leaving her, weren't they? She wasn't enough. But she wouldn't let this one get away too.

"speech"