The Unraveling - It Rises

Vendrick brightens up as Morganna joins them, bristly as she is, he's glad to see her. Relief washing over his system, like it's some small comfort in the storm. Leaning toward her, edging slightly in front. Would he be much help? Realistically, probably not.

When the beast does strike, Vendrick is staggered by the violence of it all. All the lighthearted nature draining from the boy, his stomach churning. A blow to Morganna as well, and he moves without a second thought. Reaching for her, trying to steady the girl, openly hissing at the healer girl that comes near. "I have her injuries under control." The words come sharply, a backwards way to arrive at help the others. The subtext, the don't touch her of it all is clear. Embarrassing himself for a moment, though this is also a better use of his talents. Carefully setting up to help Morganna snap the shoulder back to its socket.

"Mind your head," his call to Nelu is sharp, gaze snapping up as his brother tears off. Worry shining in his expression, the poet boy can feel the tug. Three wolves had been shredded around them already, Vendrick feared he'd lose his brother too. Torn for a breath, though the boy is hellbent on being the one to treat Morganna. The thought of leaving his only friendly face in the chaos unthinkable.

"Vendrick Carpathius"