Whitefish River our arms will bandage.

she didn't much like her mother's answer - a moon seemed like aeons. she wants to know he'll be fine, that his wounds aren't that bad he'll be exactly the same. but she knows he's not - but not knowing how, exactly, is a pressing worry. when they'd first found him, on the mountain, he hadn't looked like her brother any more. 

her mother neared, and she shifted her weight, but tolerated Aure's closeness. "there's nothing else we can do?" she felt obliged to hoover near him as much as she possibly could, but it was starting to feel useless, and she helpless. and there was little more she hated than feeling helpless. she loathed the feeling with all she could, and her gaze flickered to her mother's briefly. there was desperation in them, but her eyes flickered down to the river once more after a fleeting second.