Blackfeather Woods Blind with thoughts.

Potema stared, distraught, as Kendra continued to ignore her. She clicked her tongue and looked away, more upset with herself than anything. Why couldn't she help? She had cures for all kinds of ailments, remedies to fix all injuries, and yet she couldn't help her sister's broken mind? What kind of a healer was she?

Potema looked at her sister once more, then sighed. She crouched down and laid beside her sister, curling her tail around Kendra. Nothing was said, or needed to be said.