Wild Berry Meadow the world, the war, will wait, but morpheus knows no mercy

Atoll sighed when the girl huddled against her once more. It was part relief and part worry. Now that she was reunited with Szymon and Skellige, her fraying nerves soothed, and she began to think more clearly. Her nose spoke to her not only of the girl's fear and exhaustion, but of a sickness as well.

The woman's tail lashed as she groomed the child once more and mulled over the day's events. It'd been only a few minutes ago that she'd even found the girl, but it seemed as though a lifetime had passed. Whatever the case, it'd been long enough for her to grow attached to the child, and she did not want to see her perish.

Decesively, she picked up the child and trotted carefully to a bend in the river that ran through there. Wading into the water, she laid down once more and set the girl once more on her forelegs, keeping the majority of her body above the water.

"Drink now," she insisted, nudging the girl with her nose. Worry grew over her heart, and she looked back at steady Szymon to take heart and comfort. No doubt, her emotions would be written across her face, but that couldn't be helped right now. She needed the comfort of her love in this confusing time.