Bramblepoint the laughter of the stars

you're going to be okay
hollow words, words said to practically anyone who was, at that moment, definitely not okay. but still, they offered some comfort to the girl, comfort she craved- fear was exhausting, yet it would not leave her completely. would she be okay? questions not worth pursuing at that time, but she could merely place her full faith in that; yes, she would be okay. 

the russet girl returned one more, carrying something in her jaws. she spoke, a question, and after a moment Keoni merely dipped her head, gaze falling back onto the ground a moment later. her ears flicked back with uncertain nervousness as the femme attended her wounds, though she did not move- her gaze flickering briefly to the girl and to Rannoch before falling to the ground once more, attempting to ignore the pain that came with the girl carefully cleansing the still-fresh wounds.