Moonspear In your sword still beats a heart

She was treading lightly, worrying that she didn't know how to do enough.. that he might not know, or that she might not--who knew? And no part of her wished to entirely convey these concerns to him--not when his focus must be on healing. Opalia's ears twitched, though, and he greeted her back which made her tail wag immediately. At least she had that much from him to start. It was a small enough relief, but she stepped in a bit further with that, lowering her head, and proceeding delicately.

The yearling sighed, curling herself into a quick sit, and tried not to dwell. How are you feeling? she asked, motioning to what he worked at with his licking, though it applied in an entire general sense too. She tried not to seem to tense about it, not here, not while she wanted her brother to be able to relax and mend. Need anything...? she added, lighter, and determined not to let it bother her, but here face to face with his ailing, none of it made it too easy to just overlook. So she tried to focus on the rest--what he would need to get past this.