The Heartwood [m] In what appears to be a ritual "Godspeak" song of the Rieklings

The foulest of his emotions began to numb as with each thud of her heartbeat, warm against him, distracted him from the pain caged within his chest. She preened the soft, beige fur of his shoulder and without thinking, he returned the gesture, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He tried not to tweak her fur with his teeth, and found himself eventually settling into a gentle, combing motion that soothed him as well. 

They were still together for a time; time and obligation didn't rush him. Curious, he wondered how long it could go on for- and if he should wait until she said something, or pulled away, but she seemed committed to just being there. It was only when he remembered that she'd been hitting her head that he drew back enough to look at her brow, frowning with light concern. Maybe he should have brought her home earlier; how much blood had she lost? Had she hurt her brain?

"Does your head hurt?" He asked, then. He had not lost any faith in Eljay's capabilities, and thought now that it might be in her best interest to see Brecheliant's medic, whether or not the injury pained her.