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The Rise descends on the scene, like bees tending to their injured queen.

Ashlar's arrival offers a glimmer of relief, but the man's hesitance quickly destroys it. He's grateful for Redd's swift action, which seemed to do the trick.

In the chaos of it Masque was there too. If he hadn't promised them to stay by their mother's side, he would be out there with the rest of them, assisting with the revenge killing of the elk that had done this.

For now, he stays with Avicus, making room for other bystanders, and continues lapping at her forehead. To comfort her, to keep her awake.

He hears the broken voice of his twin behind him, and turns to offer her a word of solace. She's moving. 

But Ashlar speaks then, as he coats the wound in a casing of mud. Finally—a request, he needed more mud. Got it. He mutters before hustling a few paces away to gather some.

The boy returns hastily, spitting out a mouthful of mud to add to their makeshift cast. He looks to Ashlar, who still seems to be crumbling before his eyes. Fucking keep it together, will you?