Bend my ear

Lucette had laid her heart out on the table for the man, to see the concerns and worries that plagued her. She listened, a part of her hoping to find the answers she sought in his words. There was comfort, at least. Eltrys understood that the peace he sought was something that would need to be fought for. Bae understood that too, she felt, in his own way. He’d do anything to ensure that his family was safe. Lucette worried more for him than herself. She had never been one to long to draw blood, and even rising up for the pack in times of need had been difficult. She was a healer and teacher by nature, one who wanted to nurture, not hurt.

“I understand, Eltrys.” She took in a deep breath and then exhaled it in a heavy sigh. “I fear so many of us are bearing the burdens of the past, the mistakes made, heavy on our hearts. I know I’m not the only one.” She again thought of her mother, and her sister, Hay, too. “I want so badly for things to change, but I’m afraid of being able to do so… afraid that I might only hinder the growth of this pack… and Bae too… you can’t fight for peace if there is turmoil within your own borders.” Her mixed emotions reflected within her eyes.

“For now I… we will try. I want to give the pack a chance, and see if we can heal from this. Eltrys… the weight you’ve been passed is heavy, but if you are unable to bear it… I can’t promise we can stay.” Her ears were pressed against her head. She meant no ill will saying that. But should the pack change hands again, or break its stance of peace, Lucette was sure she couldn’t take it. If the pack was going to heal at all it needed to start with some form of unshakeable foundation. It needed to start with him.

But the subject shifted, and Lucette’s eyes widened at the news. Despite his words Lucette was quick to her paws, catching herself to hear him out, but it was not without a churning in her gut. “Thank the Divinities another healer arrived…” With Dorian having left, and herself having been kidnapped… Lucy swallowed hard. “Eltrys please, take me to her. I need to see that she is recovering with my own eyes.” She wanted to believe him, but with something this serious there could be nothing left to doubt.

"Speech," 'Thought.'