Moonspear sistren

sorry i missed this ;O;

a weak moving bird was flung into his space.

the boy stirred all at once. not yet sturdy enough for anything rapid, but he had been working. slowly. hardly.

he only knew that the thing weakly struggling in his space filled his heart with a great unease. it was instinct that drove him to grasp at it. to make it stop.

anything to silence the place of healing once more.