don't plan the plan if you can't follow through
A low sigh would trickle from between dark lips as she did her best to offer physical support to her best friend. The battle with his uncle had been intense, though he wasn't horribly mauled. Eventually, he'd be good as new. Hopefully. Absinthe didn't know anything about healing. Seeking lessons in her youth should have been more of a priority. Perhaps seeking out a healer should be the next course of action. Ama! Okay, maybe not. She hadn't seemed very happy with Bacchus at the challenge. Someone else, then. "Bacc, you're gonna stay here and I'm gonna find someone to make sure you don't bleed out in your sleep." She murmured softly, though he wasn't bleeding too badly, right now. His neck had been sliced open far too deep for her liking, and there was blood soaking through the fur of his leg. The cavernous opening to the mines greeted them, embracing them with shadows. She would wait until they got further inside before she settled him down. Before leaving, she'd have to bind the wounds with something. Honestly, she'd been more concerned about getting her best friend out of there before someone decided to give them a piece of their mind for trying to lay claim to the throne of Fiori. That would go badly, if only because the violet femme herself would be forced to step in and lay into a bitch. The trail began to incline downwards, leading them into the depths of the mines, and towards relative safety. Her mismatched gaze kept flitting to Bacc's face, trying to determine if he was going to live or not. She really hoped he would- if he died that would really set her life spinning in some other direction. |