Hoshor Plains Weight of the World

It was very unlike the healer to be late to a pack meeting. She hadn't been herself lately, splitting her time between trying her best to help Evergreen and Ira heal and searching for her missing son. She still had not seen any sign of Castor, and she was beside herself with worry. She had even gone as far as considering a secret visit to Moonspear just to see if she could catch a glimpse of him there. But what would she do with that knowledge? She would want to march right in there and take him away, which would most likely lead to the end of her life, leaving all of her children without a mother. So she hadn't entertained that idea much; it only added to how helpless she felt about the whole thing

And her failure where Evergreen was concerned weighed very heavy on her heart. She knew this was how head wounds went sometimes, but she still had trouble not feeling like she had done something wrong. Maybe if she had more herbs or more time. Or maybe she had missed something in all of her assessments that ended up doing more damage. It was impossible to know, and she knew she shouldn't beat herself up over it, but here she was, feeling guilty and wishing she could figure out some other way to help him. 

She arrived towards the end of Ira's speech, just in time to hear her announce the leadership change. She couldn't help but feel like it was partially her fault. If she had been a better healer, then maybe he wouldn't be forced to step down. She took a seat near the Evergreen to offer her support, offering a small smile to Winterbourne as she did so; at least the Count had him.