Dragoncrest Cliffs We can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood

Time. She was the great healer with the ability to patch all hurts, but not with any speed. Ephraim sighed quietly into his ankles, turning his vision back to the frozen lake as he contemplated Vercingetorix's advice. It first seemed ludicrous to him that dwelling on a fight would cause him to be unable to survive, but he supposed it made sense. He wouldn't be struggling to sleep if he wasn't so busy thinking about everything that happened, and the less he slept, the harder it was to function. Day by day he was growing less and less comfortable in his own skin, and all without knowing that his enemies were his kin.

But what if it happens again? he asked in a quavering tone as he peered back at Vercingetorix. What if another pack attacks us and I lose my shit like that again and attack someone else? Like you, or Tux, or Heda? By now it might have been becoming more clear that they were speaking of different things entirely, but Verx's advice was perfectly in line with Ephraim's questions thus far. He was therefore oblivious to it.