Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

Scarlett looked at her paws before resting her head on them. She still felt bad for what she said, even though it had been the truth of what she had been thinking. Guilty thoughts. Reek said that he wanted to know about them, that she could always tell him, but she wasn't so sure if she could. Her guilt might become too big. Still it was nice to know that she could always talk to the healer if she needed someone. Maybe that was a good start. Poor Reek and his lips. She didn't even know what happened to him.

"I .. I feel beaten and tired," she then admitted. "You don't sound okay either," she added quietly. Her head still resting on her paws. Scarlett wished she could help him back as he was helping her now. But moving a muscle hurt. Even her shallow breathing caused slight pains. All the pain was close to numbing her down. "I'm here to listen too," she spoke to Reek in return, if he wanted to talk about something.