Broken Antler Fen wormwood

Bridget didn't waver as that look was leveled at her, but stayed where she was, refusing to step out of the way. She understood, and her expression was soft, but she also believed that Teya needed an anchor right now. She let out a small, grateful breath when finally the other woman stopped and leaned into her, allowing her to press closer and provide that support.

She rested her chin briefly on Teya's head, softly between the ears, then turned to Eljay. He looked shell-shocked as well, but he wasn't her priority, as much as she felt for him. Death was not an easy thing, but Bridget had the benefit of separation. She'd also had the benefit of foresight, and had accepted quietly that this was likely not far off.

She didn't reply, just stayed where she was, pressed close. Then she lifted her muzzle and howled, alerting any nearby that this had happened. Wraen was gone... and they should come and pay their respects, if they wished. It was not a loud call, and it held a mournful fade.

Eljay. Can you stay with her? If he would, perhaps he could take Teya away from here. She'd finish and lay Wraen to rest, alongside any others who might wish to help.