He still couldn’t believe it. Asla’s leg had snapped none of his siblings had been badly injured, not since Mortis had broken his paw being thrown off a cliff by Azure at a very young age. He liked to think of his siblings as being immortal, impossible to hurt, everlasting. Any other thought was much too frightening for him. He did not know if she wanted company, but he needed to see his sister, to cover her kisses and see for himself that she would be okay. He arrived at the entrance of her den, passing a small fireplace, and catching the scent of his sister, and the wolf he vaguely knew of as her appointed guard. “Asla, can I come in?” "Speech"

"Aslatiel" Since sleep was all that she could really do, Asla had been doing a lot of it. Io said that sleep would help her body to heal as well, so the more sleep she got, the better. Bas had gone off to hunt, she thought. He couldn't be den-ridden just because she was. She didn't mind him being gone for a while. It was nice to be alone. Well wishers had come and gone. She was forced to be more social than she cared for. The sound of approaching paws made her inwardly groan. More social calls? Ugh. The voice of her brother drifted to her ears. That was a visitor that she wouldn't mind seeing. The girl moved as much as she could, trying to lay on her stomach rather than her side, but it was difficult with the immobilizer. "Yeah, Mort. Come in. She managed a kind of half curl, her front half raised so she could rest on her elbows. Gods above, she couldn't wait for this to be over with.