Blackfeather Woods It used to feel like a fairy tail, now it seems we were just pretending

She was just about to open her mouth to tell him what she had planned for if his recovery wasn't soon enough, but the air changed around them. The wetness of the tunnels - the dripping of water - she processed everything now that the smell of feces was not as prominent to her nose anymore. The tunnels seemingly lit up with his silvery look staring at her with... recognition? The slightest spark of hope made her eyelids, as well as her heart, flutter nearly uncontrollably. Oh Damien, you can't trust me at all apparently...

What has your brother done, exactly? You simply went mental. She asked with the slightest raise of her speckled brow. How could this state be any more than just an illness he had had since birth? Something that grew and grew until a point beyond his own control? No, this couldn't be the patched male's fault, and she would not allow more blood to be spilled between siblings. Are you ready to listen to me now?