Herbalists' Cache Honestly, I'm trash

@Aliac here we go ;_;

No matter what he did he couldn't escape the emotions. He'd begun to cry as soon as he left Morningside's borders and had collapsed in a field of herbs. The scent of herbs made him think of Skraeling, which made him think of his dad's look of surprise and pride when he'd brought her home, which made him remember he'd never see a look of pride from his father again. 

He hated himself, the guilt was the worst and biggest thing he felt in the moment. He'd attacked Dawn and blacked out, lost his mind completely and gotten himself thrown out of his own home temporarily. Even worse was he couldn't be there for Aliac, he couldn't say goodbye. He'd had to leave a stupid message for her with Dawn, who he'd left bloody and exhausted. He curled up into his own body and whined, licking his maw and retching at the taste of blood. Apparently there was some blood from Dawn left on his mouth. He licked his paws and wiped his muzzle with them, hoping it cleared off whatever remained of the blood.