Doc can you help me out?

Enyo sat still, her broad shoulders rising and falling with slow, measured breaths as Erebros' words settled over her. His steady, logical voice was grating, but the rare vulnerability in his words made her pause. She clenched her jaw, hating how those words stirred something deep within her. Love was not a language she was comfortable with. Such sentiments were alien within the family. Pride and power were more familiar companions.


"You’re lucky I tolerate you," she muttered with a flicker of dry humor, though the edge in her voice softened slightly. It was the closest thing to gratitude she could manage without bruising her ego. Deep down, she knew it was the other way. She was grateful Erebros exercised patience on her behalf.

She turned her head, giving him her back again, the weight of his words still lingering. Your body is not immortal. It annoyed her that he was right again. Her strength was formidable, but she was not invincible. That moment in the crocodile's jaws reminded her just how mortal she was.

"Fine," she grumbled, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness. "I’ll take the damn salt bath and slow down- for now" The admission was reluctant, but it was there. A small compromise to the one wolf she would allow to guide her, even if she fought him every step of the way. She exhaled heavily, the air hissing through her nose.

"Should the need arise, I would tear every single one of these wounds open again. If it was needed of me. We both know what I was made for."

The statement was blunt, but there was no malice in it. Just the unyielding truth. Enyo would never change completely. She would always fight, always push boundaries. But perhaps, just for tonight, she would listen to the brother who loved her enough to demand what was best.

And maybe, just maybe, she’d let that be enough.

For now.

"SPEECH"