She is not a woman prone to worry. Always, she had preferred to take action, to let loose her voice and make her plans that they should unfold just so. But today, she worries. She worries for the child at her side, a ward she hadn’t wanted but had somehow come to care for regardless. She worries for her own children, her family cast into the wind. It is as unfamiliar as it is unwelcome.
As she holds Briella close, she feels the shiver, the cough that shudders through her body. And she knows. They had fled but they hadn’t escaped.
Brushing her muzzle softly, comfortingly, against the small girl’s skin, she knows she must do something. And it does not take her long to find where to start. Pressing her lips against Briella, she sighs softly before lifting her head to peer over the icy landscape. “We are safe,” she answers quietly, already investigating the landscape thoroughly. “I know it’s cold darling,” she drops her head briefly to touch Briella comfortingly, “but we will make it work.”
Finally, she sends out her vision once more, this time targeted. For Woolf, the half brother she had so recently met. But he had agreed to join Nerine, and so she calls upon that. Calls to him, asking him to help Nerine (to help her) in their time of need. She is prepared to do what she must, and she does not doubt Woolf would know this.
Finally, attention returning to the island, she finds a likely hollow in the landscape and moves towards it, encouraging Briella to follow. Swiftly, she digs into it with her destructive power until she uncovers earth beneath. Until she has carved out a shallow divot that would protect them somewhat from the elements. They could do more later, but this would suffice for now. Curling into it, she pulls Briella into the warmth of her embrace and settles in to wait.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
