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[wound]

S he had swiveled away from their initial gathering, moving into the deeper edges of Tephra. While she gathered whomever she came across, her eyes never did land on Amorette’s face. Mingled emotions of confusion, disappointment, and sorrow settle low in her chest, but Wound eventually turns back toward the sounds of chattering voices. By the time she’s arrived back to the meeting, Warrick is beginning to speak to those who made it. Wound’s own silvery face reflects the no-nonsense of her Overseer’s, coffee brown eyes glancing over those gathered. It isn’t until she’s looked through the crowd twice that she realizes who she’s looking for — but Wishbone had left for Nerine not long ago. The realization of that fact settles like a cold drip in Wound’s stomach. She doesn’t succumb to the tremors of worry that already begin to plague her, mostly because Warrick’s voice is rising to announce her promotion to Head of Peace. Despite the tension forming between their gathering, the silver bay offers the crowd a simple, gentle smile. Above anything else (her concern, her protectiveness, her peaceful behavior) she is someone who only wants what is best. When there is a lull in Warrick’s words, she steps forward. “I know things are tense now, so if anyone has concerns or simply needs a shoulder to lean on, I’m always available.” They need to know that they are welcome and loved by her, even in these times of desperation. Her eyes meet Warrick’s briefly, spotting the questions in his gaze. There’s a minuscule shake of her head, one that only he might be able to note. Amorette isn’t on the island, if she’s in Beqanna at all.

credit to nat of adoxography.