Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

How Reek's broken soul had clung to a shred of optimistic thought— even he didn't know himself. In a way, he was just as unsure as Tavi -- perhaps even more-so -- knowing that it was his own poor choices that had led them to this outcome. His mask of confidence hid him well and he remained strong, not for himself, but for the wolves who would follow him... and for Tavi, whom Reek thought needed an emotional rock.

Her worries did not fully relent, but Reek took some small comfort from her words. "I don't think we'll ever be over it," he replied; his ministrations coming to a slow halt. The lingering effects of his infidelity and being cast away from home would always linger about. A sad quality had set in to Reek's voice. "All we can do is move forward."

Sitting still would do nothing but perpetuate ill feelings and regret. Reek's head slumped, eventually coming to rest on his forepaws. "Are you feeling any better today?" he asked, casting a glance to Tavi's side; eyes settling on her wounds. "I can redress them if you want." After finding a few herbs and stowing them away, Reek felt confident enough in his abilities as a healer to bring Tavi back to full steam— at least physically.