How long did she stand there, staring? Focused upon her breathing, a breath in and out. It still felt wrong, and Rivin knew that she did not have the skills to properly treat what had happened. If she did at all. Her lungs were damaged. There was no changing that, and she would have to live her life with the consequences of going into the ocean alone. If anything, Rivin had determined that water was a risk. A sad sigh passed her lips. She would need to tell Gil and Mod eventually… and… and Jack.
But as fate would have it, she heard him. Her head slowly turned, a saddened green gaze falling on him. His desperate tone betrays his worry, and she closes the distance between them. She reaches out to nuzzle his cheek, her voice a little raspy as she speaks. “I’m sorry, Patchwork…” His nickname fell from her lips as she pulled back, gaze falling to the earth at their paws. “I… The ocean tried to claim me again…” She explained quietly.
“Lark found me on Obsidian Beach… He wasn’t sure if I’d wake up.” Her ears fell. “Have Gil and Mod labeled me as a traitor yet?”
"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.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
