She had only been in the Hollows a few days when she woke to a sudden pain in her head. She groaned at the forming headache, rubbing her head in concern. It was then she found a strange hardness beneath her paws. Like lumps, as though she had taken a blow to her head. She startled, coming upright in her bedding as she looked about herself. Her heart picked up its pace. Had she been attacked, here? She remembered nothing, but that was to be expected with a blow to the head.

She slowly examined herself, and found nothing admiss. She considered dismissing it entirely, and pretending it hadn’t happened, but the headache persisted. Somewhat shamefully, she pulled herself from her bed and made her way outside. Groggily heading towards the stairs as she struggled to remember where the infirmary was. Perhaps she could borrow something for the headache there, and replace it once her own herbs started to come through. She reached the foyer and blinked slowly, orientation herself through the pain in her head.

"Speech"

Gwynevere moved through the infirmary in the early morning, straitening a few things that had gotten moved out of place as wolves went in and out of the shared space from time to time. She knew the placement of the dividers and cots by heart and as she put them back in their respective places she stood back to look at them. She saw them day in and day out, but occasionally she remembered the fact that these had been gifts to her from her mother—not for the pack, but for her. Even though they weren't items that she alone used like Artorias' sword or Rudyard's gauntlets, they were still precious to her and a something that truly showed how much her mother had supported her passions.

She gave a sad smile before turning away from the infirmary, stepping out to go down to the pharmacy to take inventory and see what needed to be replenished from the garden today. She paused at the corridor that passed through to the foyer and she spotted a women that looked like a blend of warm-toned fall leaves. She hadn't met the woman as of yet, but she had glimpsed her here and there ever since Briar moved into the castle. She almost kept going, but she realized that the woman looked a little lost and disoriented so with a concerned frown she stepped closer to the new Hallows wolf. "Excuse me," she said gently as she got closer. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Gwynevere | Eilwen