Moonspear Stiffen up that upper lip.

Ah, changing the subject. She was familiar with that tactic, and although she usually railed against it, Lilitu seized this opportunity quickly. Even if her answer came in the form of a shake of her head, a muffled denial.

I dunno, she went on, sniffling. What's. . .I mean, what do you do as a medic? If it's stuff like this, I don't think I could do it.

It was amazing how a traumatic experience could change a person wolf. The normally gregarious girl had reverted back to a timid, almost childlike state, peering at Bridget under sodden eyelashes. She tried to think about the conversation at hand, but thinking about healing just made her think about the leg, and the leg made her think—

NO!

It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. It wasn't him.