This Is The End; The Only Time I'll Beg

Duchess had the day to rest, as did Asla. Everything around her moved like a blur. She didn’t even remember how she got here. She knew she was in a den with Asla and Indy if only subconsciously. But she was slowly recovering enough at least to get her bearings back. She was still in a massive amount of pain but it was more emotional than physical. She had been tended to briefly when they had arrived but she probably needed much more once her injuries had settled.

She was laid on what felt like a mountain of furs, she felt almost weightless as she laid there and the hours passed. Still not picking up a paw to move. She may have been written off as dead to anyone who came by at first glance. But her breath was as steady as it could be.

She could sense Asla was near her by the way she traveled, not so gracefully. But Duchess wasn’t moving until she was being shook. She raised her head off the floor of the pelts, everything feeling dizzy before her eyes could settle back onto Asla, "Aslatiel?" she bit her lip as she choked a bit on her words. Just the severity of the whole situation coming down on her. The first time she could be wholly conscious. Her babies she’d lose in a few days time, Noir’s death, and Asla’s condition. Everything she could blame herself for.

"Duchess"