Blackfeather Woods got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in

it hurt, almost, to hold her - to feel the waves of anguish and know there was so precious little she could do. her words were quick, fearful, terrified of the thing cass had been much of her life. for this she did not know how to offer comfort; it felt natural for her to be alone and thus could not entirely comprehend a fear of it. and yet -

"I will be here, Maegi." she falls silent then, holding the woman as long as she wishes, preening her nape and shoulder as she sobs. she will not leave her again, this she knows with clarity.