Noctisardor Bypass anemoia

zooms on in here

he grew nervous often when not in the shade of mahler. women crawled the walls of rivenwood and none had met him with harshness, but each time he worried they might turn. lash upon him with angry teeth or scorned words comparing him to a father he didn't even know.

nothing ever.

he had jostled when he heard the sound though. a scream, brief, but still the sort of sound to inspire panic. especially in such a skittish wolf.

still he felt...obligated to go inspect. enough poking around led him to somebody injured. a girl, wounded by the water. how awkward he suddenly felt tied between leaving her alone for the sake of something she couldn't change and how he felt compelled to help her as mahler's apprentice.

of course it fell to the latter, the need to do good outweighed the desire to feel good.

can i take a look? he offered softly, but without much thought to his words. briefly realized he likely sounded like a creep so he less than tactfully added — i've learned basic care from mahler, if the injuries aren't too awful.