Swiftcurrent Creek To Hold and Ocean

Tuwawi could only watch uncomfortably as Njal fought to place his skull on the ice, wincing and struggling to connect with its frosty touch. She, herself, was not entirely certain it would do him any good — but it was the best she had to work with. Slowly, he began to settle as the ice's effect caused his flesh to paralyze, soothing the burning heat that always accompanied deep injuries like this. Seeing him strung out... it made her, normally iron, stomach churn. Njal was supposed to be the strong one... the defender. Her foundation. Her rock. But now? Helpless didn't even begin to describe the anxiety that pumped freely through her veins; and for once the realization dawned on her that he might not be able to pull through if infection decided to run its course. Again, she considered seeking outside help, but Njal's slurred words drew her attention back.

'Tuwawi... When did... You get blue eyes..,' her stomach flipped, worried by these new hallucinations. Inwardly, Tuwawi's mind frayed — panic stricken — but outwardly her visage appeared unfazed save for the desperate hollow look in her eyes, which Njal probably wouldn't recognize. "They turned blue when I first met you," she jested, going along with his story as if to not upset him further, "My love is as deep as the sea." Tuwawi could be a steely and feral personality, but her heart melted easily for Njal. Deviating from his first sentence, her husband continued, his ability to speak declining rapidly. 'Winter is over, inn't?' he mumbled. "Yes, Spring is almost here. Soon it will be green outside," her downy voice whispered with the tone of a lullaby. Unable to resist, her tongue rolled over his good eye with warm, sweeping motions; cleaning and grooming him. Slowly she made her way to his injury... perhaps it was numb enough to attend to. However, she moved with caution... ready to retreat at the slightest sign of pain.