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There were only a few times that Ehno could remember seeing his dear sister in such a state of pain, and those memories could do nothing to make the sight before him seem any less severe. He wanted to help her in whatever way he could, but there was nothing he could do to heal her wounds except give her space and the time to rest. With time her wounds would heal, and the care of her daughters could help speed that along. But for the time being, she was forced to endure. She didn't deserve this. He could only hope that the wretched traitor had it just as bad, if not worse.
Worse still were her emotional injuries. He could see it in her tear filled eyes as she turned to him that it was those wounds that were ailing her the most. These were the sort of wounds Ehno was capable of healing. He could be there to offer her comfort, to hear her woes and to soothe her. The Italian man had done it before, and he would do it time and time again, as long as she needed him. It was his job as her brother, her protector.
Chocolate-colored ears twitched at the sound of her strained words, and they folded back as he caught sight of her tears. He hurried over to her side, nuzzling her gently. Amber-gold eyes caught sight of the familiar mask at her side, recognizing it as belonging to the boy Savina had taken in as her own. The pieces began falling into place within his mind. He knew the boy had gone missing weeks ago, but could this have meant something had befallen the young wolf? No, he didn't wish to entertain the thought. "Do not say that," he chided gently. Ehno settled down at his sibling's side, eyes seeking to meet her own tear-clouded emeralds. "You did everything you could for him."