Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

Gabriella was actually surprised to hear his voice, but a smile tugged at the corner soon after. Clearly 'thank you' was not in the forefront of his vocabulary, but she got the message just as loud and clear. She sat upon the floor next to the sofa that the DeLune occupied and helped herself to taking a peek at his chest. It was only now that she was getting a look at the other scars that adorned his body. They really wanted you dead. It was a slightly whispered comment, one that was far from hidden from his ears. That smile tugged at the corner of her lip once more as she realized that 'they' was actually her family. She got up once more and grabbed the basin and a small square of cloth and dampened it with water. Cleaning up the surrounding area with one hand while dipping the fingers of her other hand in the water and splashing it his way. A little laugh escaping her lips and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth as she tended to his wound. I think it is looking well enough to try and get you on your feet today. Or at least try. Your bones may actually weaken lying here and waiting for these wounds to heal. Quickly the bowl was taken away from his reach and put aside. This time she did not excuse herself, she simply walked away. She caught up word with Agatha to find out that there was still no new activities on the battlefield. Both deemed a blessing and a silent means of panic. She grabbed a goblet of the crimson fluid and Agatha followed behind with a tray of foods. The knights having dispersed from the doorway of her bed chambers. Agatha follow suit past the threshold of her mistress' main chambers and placed the tray of fruit and meats on the low sitting table. How long will he be here, M' Lady? Lord Gabriel will be livid.... Gabriella stopped the portly woman's words of worry with a hand upon the shoulder. We will see if he can even stand today, but do not worry. Just give me word the moment he arrives tomorrow. She read the worry upon the woman's face and stood between Agatha's view of the werewolf. He is a simple lycan soldier, unarmed and in a weakened state. He's had ample opportunities to do something while I was tending to his wounds. She escorted Agatha out, barring the door behind her. A sip of her goblet's contents had her lips painted a deep red before they were licked clean and the goblet was set aside. Okay werewolf, enough lounging. her free flowing black locks were tucked behind her ears as she took his hands and and tugged on them, telling him to sit up. Eat.... and we will see how your bones are doing. If what I hear is true... which I can say some things have been proven wrong, then your bones should have healed rather well... broken or not. When I was young it was said that you were also suppose to be putrid, with a simple vocabulary, ugly and a drive to do nothing but kill. I've never been more grateful to be proven wrong on all accounts. She unknowingly wore a barely visible lax smile as she sat in her frequently occupied chair. She may not have realized, but the added company, DeLune or not, decreased the strain and stress to a degree. As well as increase the dreams of the boy by the creek. I met one of you when I was a child. I do not even know what his name was. He knew what I was, but it didn't matter. For once, it didn't matter. I slipped out after dark and he always made fun of my name. If only you all were that fun and open minded, I am sure we would not be in this war. You could hear the subtle sadness in her tone. She missed him. My moronic brother Damion caught me and made it so that I could not go back to the creek. A soft sigh later and she dropped the conversation and went to sipping at her goblet. The warm crimson fluid filling her with warmth where ever it traveled while the light of the fire danced in her eyes as she stared beneath the mantle.