The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

Blue Willow sat beside him stony in her silence. she was angry and depressed, and worried, deeply deeply worried. And she couldn't help but feel disappointed. Disappointed in the youth for letting their petty injustices get in the way of what they needed. Their pride get in the way of something as small as wound, that Blue herself could have easily fixed with a simple poultice and she couldn't help but feel anger and sadness mixed at her son's behavior of leading two girls on, causing them to fight. He was not to blame for their choices, no, but he should have been open from the beginning if he wanted two lovers, then fine he should have been clear. And there was a deep sadness at his plight, and the grief and the blame that he would now lay into his breast heavily.