Moonspear What Have I Done?

Her strike hadn't been meant to hurt Judas, of course. It hadn't been a conscious thought at all. It had simply been a reaction, unconscious and primal. She couldn't make out from her distance if she'd hit him very hard, with luck it'd simply be a glancing blow. Her own lip pained her fiercely and she hope the damage wasn't severe. Her jaw still moved and though blood poured faster when she worked the joint, her lip still seemed attached, just torn.

The voice that came out was a familiar voice and she felt some of her tensions release. He was in despair now, the guilt traveled on his voice like a leaf in water. "I know Judas. It's okay. It wasn't you." And then he brought up the thought that had struck her mind like lightening as she backed away from the voice: what would they tell Charon and Amekaze? 

"That's...that's what we need to discuss. Charon, Amekaze and Floki...they're all going to ask about my face. About yours if I hit you hard enough, which I apologize for, Judas. It wasn't...It was just reaction." She kept her eyes trained on him but felt her heart drop. "I...I don't want to lie to them Judas, to Amekaze and Charon. They've been good to me, good to you too I expect. I'm a horrible liar anyway, I've never been good at it. More than that though...they have children, babies. What if he..." Her voice trailed away, sad. "I don't know what we can do, but you need help. You need someone who knows about voices, about how to control it. I can't cure you with herbs, Judas." She knew there were wolves who believed in magic, wolves who believed in spirits and curses. Could this be healed through that? This was beyond all logic...so could the answer be too? She felt true sorrow take hold in her chest, a tear formed and slid quickly from her eye and was followed by a sudden torrent. She felt as if she'd failed him somehow, as if by not being able to help him she had failed as a healer.

She wished to go to him, to be held and to hold him as they both cried. Yet she couldn't. He was here now, but she was bleeding and they both were still worked up...what if the voice came back?

"What do we do, Judas? I don't know what we can tell them, they'll think you attacked me. It wasn't you though, just your body. And if we tell them that they'll think we're both crazy. I don't want them to hurt you."