Broken Antler Fen brass devil

Fennec? Weird? No fucking way. Bridget thought uncharitably. She never would have called that. Look, they'd been cordial last time she stopped by, but she was still itching to snap the smug look off the other healer's face. Fennec was lucky she had a fuckin cool mom.

Bridget dismissed that without comment and honed in on the description of Towhee's situation instead. She had her share of experience in a few avenues of healing and mental shit came with the territory - she knew what Caracal was getting at and had seen it before. Maybe she didn't quite have enough experience to add "Therapist" to her list of titles but she was getting pretty damn close.

It would have taken way more ego than even Bridget was able to summon to assume she could do more about it than the woman's own pack. An average of about two days spent in each orher's company didn't lend towards that kind of connection, saved life or no. She did think carefully on what kind of advice she could give Caracal to help, however. It was a sensitive subject to discuss and approach, especially with someone's relatively young kid.

I wouldn't worry too much, okay? Sometimes things are just... a lot, and that can make someone more tired, and sadder, than usual. You could try seeing if she wants to do anything with you, even just walks. Otherwise just knowing you have her back is probably huge help itself. Bridget smiled, though slightly more sedately.

Nothing had seemed off last time she saw her, but again, Bridget didn't know a whole hell of a lot about the other wolf. She wasn't sure the type of actions that would help cheer her up and maybe lift her out of her funk... but this wasn't the sort of things herbs could really help with. Not the kind Bridget was willing to hand out, at least. Hopefully that advice would do - it was the best she could give.