Moonspear In your sword still beats a heart

Although there was always plenty else for her to stay busy with, from Praimfaya's return to them to the increase of patrols even past the mountain after the attack, it was far too easy to worry about him.

She certainly had made it a point to check in with him often lately, make sure he was taking it somewhat easy. But she didn't set out to hover; Dacio was strong, and a healer had been their mother's job, after all, not hers--though in times like these, she tried to grip firmly to any knowledge she might've observed back then but it did not come back easy. Medicine, and its nuance, was not her forte, never would be, so all she could do was watch out for her brother in her own way.

And even while he had been wounded, she still pinned it unusual to not see him around in this long.. so she tracked his freshest trail back to the cave, wiggling her nose carefully before concern could outrun her. Closing the last bit of distance with a new swiftness, she soon loomed in his doorway with a low query of ..Dacio? as she squinted into his darkness, waiting if he'd reply--not even sure if he was awake or not yet, but it didn't bode too well based on what of him she could make out.