Stone Circle When the party is over

The boy's silence was matched as he worked. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he was even helping, West had never been a healer nor was it something that exactly interested him. He had paused at his sister's recoil, but she didn't seem to protest his action. She didn't look, nor did she say anything as the once snowy girl let her head drop to the earth with a whine. Soon though a response was earned, lick away from the wounds. The woodland boy wasn't sure how that made a difference, but Arlette had been practicing healing so he was in no place to question the order.

West would follow any further instructions he was given, quietly hoping someone with more experience would come along to take over for him, but based on the growing silence behind him he could only assume others were dealing with more serious conditions. The boy did his best to avoid looking over as a stone weighed in his stomach. It was hard to ignore the death that surrounded him, especially with how blood stained the earth now was, but looking at the lifeless forms beside him would only pull him further into the haunting thoughts that crept forth.