Whitefish River our arms will bandage.

she listened to her mother's words without reacting, though mentally stored the knowledge carefully. she was still until her mother rose to move, and out of habit, glanced at her. she was tired, yes, but she doubted that if she slept now, Drago would be any better when she woke. "I'm fine." she assured, watching her mother motionlessly as she neared. 

when Aure stopped, the girl felt an odd mixture of relief and dread and disappointment, all sharp and equal. Isi blinked, moving to stand, and echoed the same words back to her mother. "goodnight." louder, sharper then her mother's, made so by the uncomfortable mix of emotion. with that, she withdrew and hurried back the way she'd come, eager to get away and curl up by her brother's side.