Everything about this day had been awry -- awkward -- and hadn't held the sense of normalcy the Tagavor desired. Her fur prickled, sensing an ache in her heart, just moments before a sound of pain and her brother's scent would come. Instantly the mocha capped healer would gather a bundle of herbs, mismatched gems quickly finding each required plant, and she would moisten a ball of moss in the rapids moments before she would bound across and find her way to Bass. She would find him, fainted and covered in wounds. Already his two women had come, Wren and Motif. A tiny smile would form up inky lips before she would approach his side, gazing upon his wounds. "By the gods, what happened to him?" Her voice would sound upon the air, mismatched gems turning to Motif, as she seemed to have her bearings of what event had caused their brother to be so mangled. The rusty boy she knew as her younger apprentice would arrive -- Xae -- and the mocha cloaked tempest would nudge her herb bundle toward the boy, mismatched gems calm and collected. "Xae, I would like for you to put your skills to the test... remember, always stay calm and collected while healing." Gently she would give him a bump on the shoulder and lick his cheek in gratitude.
