Poor Sweet Child [banefam]

Lior would take her turn along with her siblings in keeping watch over their mother, in making sure she did not stray and making sure she ate. Her mother... The part of her that was “Tahlia” was gone. The gray furred child could see it. Her body moved, breathed, but her soul had fled after her father’s as he passed. Seeing her mother falling apart made her heart ache desperately. She could not have saved her father’s life. There was nothing she could do to break her mother from her depression. Attempts at conversations and making her smile were in vain. Lior didn’t admit it to anyone else... But she knew her family was breaking and it scared her.

Destruction, their godmother, and been distant ever since Bane’s death as well. Whenever Lior approached her the dark female would find some excuse to slink off to the shadows again, to be alone. She was grieving... And she said she was sorry she could not go to Tahlia, saying her presence could “only make things worse”. Lior didn’t understand that either... How her godmother looked at her with such sadness... Such guilt when she spoke those words.

A deep sigh left Lior’s lips as she closed her eyes. She should have been happy. Should have been with both parents and ready to become a big sister as Anais had when she and Kailos were born. But there was no excitement. No will to run and play. No drive to smile. She could feel her happiness crumble more and more with each moment she spent with her mother, watching her giving up. She... She could just see it.

Lior’s ears would perk, eyes shooting open as the pained sounds broke through her thoughts. “Mom...” She didn’t know whose turn it was supposed to be with Tahlia... But she knew she should go regardless. Could it be her mother’s time...?

When the child raced to the den she found Anais already there, as well as the strange man whom was denning with her. Lior hadn’t gotten the details on that yet. She... Hadn’t really spoken much with her siblings since their father’s passing. Just enough to know who was taking care of their mother and when. She would poke her head in. Pain. Her mother was in such pain.

Lior closed her eyes, trying desperately to think. She had not learned much of healing, just some basic things. Were there any herbs she could think of that she might have brought to her den that could be used for pain? After a moment she opened her eyes. “I’ll be back. I.. I have an herb she can take for pain.” Quick as a flash the girl raced off. The flower she had in mind, or rather the leaves, were used as painkillers. She had taken some of them, as well as the daisies, with her when they had left Seracia since they were common in sight during spring, summer, and part of the fall. They would be dried but... They could work. They had to.