Blackfeather Woods My Insanity Is Inevitable

She passed into the clearing.
Drifting towards the tree with silent determination.
Passing under the willow's fingers, and into its palm.

She stopped. Letting it sink in. Standing still for a long, long time.
Then, it started. Her body reacting to the infection now in her mind. Revolting against it with screams and cries of horror and anguish.
He blinked, thinking. He had to get her. Pull her out before she hurt herself.
But the danger of facing a stranger when they weren't seeing the real world...

He looked to Zephyr with a nod. He was to watch, to make sure he too didn't get infected while he attempted to rescue Nyra.
His ears slicked back as he stalked towards the raving woman. He didn't want to be mistaken for her visions. But she seemed to be in agony. What had she endured?
He paced around her, corralling her with soft chuffs she seemed to veer away from.

At last, she calmed.
He kept his eyes on her, ignoring his brother trying to reach up to him, still a picture of how Rowan last remembers him. Rowan moved closer. "It's Rowan. I'm going to help you."
He moved closer still, daring to reach down to her scruff. He might have an issue moving her, but he'd have to get them both out all the same.