Blacktail Deer Plateau frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors

Blue watched Atticus and she deduced that he was a little slower on the uptake than usual, which was to be expected. But he didn't seem to be unable to understand, just taking things slowly. Blue was not shy about telling whomever and whatever that she loved him, even if the feelings were not returned, she would love him until her dying day. it was the way of things, when she loved she loved hard.

Blue frowned as she tried to figure out how to answer him in layman's terms. There was an accident....hit your head....been sleeping in your head for a few weeks. That was all she knew how to say, she thought perhaps Perry would be able to phrase it more delicately, when it came to healing she was no nonsense if she could help it.