Wichita listens, butter colored auds flicking at the words.Reuen's life is a puzzle, her situation a thing to be riddled out, pieces together with words, or short sentences. She nods when Reuen mentions running away, she too had run away from her past. That very short sentence brought pangs of hurt and guilt to her own heart. It hit so very close to home, her chocolate eyes sadden, if but for a moment. She shushes Tioga, the girls laughter rather innapropriate to our new friend.
She saw now,as the other woman emerged from the creek, the deepness of some cuts. It would be a nasty business to heal them properly, and she would be able to do nothing for the scarring they would leave, but Reuen would live. They would need Thyme for an antiseptic, Witch hazel for the swelling and pain. Rest, lots of rest would help as well. Mid thought, Wichita is taken aback, Reuen places her maw on her skin. She needs help, she doesn't want to hurt anymore. What an odd feeling that was, and to ask her of all others for safety, she could try.
She solemnly places a creamy crown on the others neck, "No more hurt, okay."She croons, "I'll fix ya up, best I can. I promise."She isn't sure why she's crying now, her head lifting at the approach of another. It's her friend, and the Queen, Fiasko.
Drying her sorrows, she smiles, "Fiasko! Thank you, she was a bit late coming, but she got here all right."The painted mare, greets Reuen with little hesitation, it makes Wichita happy. Her home in the Gates was a kind one, a welcoming one.The silver black mare repeats the Queens words, doing her best to converse, I know how hard she tries. "Fiasko Reuen is hurt, can she stay here with us? I promised I'd get her cleaned up." Wichita nods to indicate the rather deep cuts, Tioga then speaks making her wince. Children were so very blunt, Wichita hurriedly tries to apologize. "Tioga, honey, no. That's not the same kind of wound dear, I'm sorry Fiasko I hadn't thought to mention. ." she ammens, exasperated.
