Tzila was in too much discomfort to keep track of how much time had passed since the two females had came to her aide. All she could think of was making the journey, one slow step at a time. But with each tender stride, the pains in her gut worsened. She felt the acidic taste of bile in the back of her throat. Could this be one of those ailments where she would get worse before she got better? Good god, she hoped not.
Why me... Was the thought that echoed in her already pounding skull. Supported by the females who assisted her the whole way, she crinkled her nose at the smell of fresh borders, crossing over them without pause. It had been too long since she had came upon such a smell. Even longer than she dared place a foot inside a packs territory. The smell alone combined with the memory, was enough to make her even more sick. But that wasn't possible. Her head still resting against the white ruff of Aure, the grimace that swept over her face was luckily hidden. Through the dizziness, she felt the pair slow and back away. Gingerly, she stepped back, folding her legs beneath her so she could rest on the ground.
Silver eyes lingered on the retreating form of Aure, a silent glimmer of thanks within her normally indifferent stare. She had found her first, as sorry as her state was. She didn't know how to feel about it...but she did wish that their paths would cross again. The willows were beautiful. Peaceful and welcoming. And unnoticed by the stranger amidst them. She had to will herself not to click her jaws in warning towards Olive as she sniffed her neck. She was only trying to be kind...and Tzila was in no shape to get sassy. "It's...it's my fault. I was stupid...desperate." Along the length of her spine her muscles clenched visibly beneath the skin. No doubt from the pain. "I thought the meat was safe to eat..." She groaned out, voice low...strained.
The fact that Olive was keyed in to Tzila's tension at being in a packs land, was lost on her. When she felt better (however long that would take) the dark female would be back to her usual alert self. Try as she might and despite the hidden sneers and curses lurking just below her pained surface, she couldn't help but gaze up at the woman. Her silver eyes were slightly softer. That voice she used...the placement of each and every word. She was a maternal one wasn't she? Naturally caring...sweet natured.
It made Tzila want to cringe. But also want to reach out. Her own mother had never offered her anywhere near the same gentle treatment. She and her father...they were always analyzing. Criticizing. Looking for flaws or not paying her enough attention. Tzila was always a spoiled brat from the start, but maybe if her parents had been different, then maybe she would have been as well.
Assured that her symptoms were non life threatening...which she suspected, she only nodded meekly. Another female joined them, but luckily no one else showed up. She tensed momentarily at Seabreeze's arrival, but upon seeing that she too, was just as warm hearted and here to assist, she relaxed. Quietly, she noted the exchange between the two females. The affection they shared. She would make no assumptions. Keep her comments to herself, this time. "Thank you for taking me in..." She muttered, albeit a little begrudgingly.
Knowing little of the healing arts, and not caring to, she watched Olive chew up the ginger root. The smooth skin of her muzzle wrinkled. She was supposed to ingest something that was just in her mouth?! Her stomach was queasy enough already! Although...she was somewhat thankful that Olive was staying close by. "Ugh...more food. Guess I have to trust you on this one..." Delicately she took the mush between her teeth. Snapping her jaws, she swallowed it in one gulp to avoid the taste and texture as much as possible. She shuddered when it was over. Looking back up to the pale healer with flat ears, she asked. "Is...there a den nearby? I...don't like feeling so exposed like this in the open."
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She fixed her silver stare on the ground, seemingly at nothing. She could be waiting for the Ginger to work, or for the pain to subside. Or she could simply be contemplating her situation. Whatever the case, she was listening as Olive spoke, telling her that this pack...named Elysium, was a sanctuary.
Well she had certainly wound up at the right place. She should have guessed, merely by the oh so nurturing demeanor of both her doctor and Seabreeze, who had only made a fleeting appearance.
"...I suppose there are worse places I could have ended up." Her mind went immediately to Shadewood and the hulk of a wolf she had met there. Fat chance that he or any of his pack would take her in, ill or not.
Much to her relief, Olive confirmed there was a den nearby. Near hers. Which almost made Tzila feel good. Not that she wanted the woman's constant company...but... Just
knowing that she was nearby put her mind at ease. No, she wasn't afraid of a relapse or being left alone. This woman reached out to her like no one ever had...so...
if by some slim chance she found herself yearning, she would only be a few steps away.
Her mind darkened then. Unseen behind her pitiful exterior. She couldn't wait to burrow deep within dark confines again. Wrapped and blanketed with shadows hugging her healing form. Cocooned in the dark, she would regenerate more quickly, of that she was sure. She'd sleep her days away and cautiously emerge at night, little by little.
"Okay...I hope it kicks in soon." This time she didn't tense when Olive took her in a partial embrace. The hell was wrong with her?! It wasn't like the dark girl to be so...
soft! "I'll try not to be too much a bother to anyone else."