Taking place 4 days after the attack. She is in optime form, has a thick bandage wrapped around her ribs, her wrists, poultice on her inner thigh and neck, and the other cuts are healing just fine without bandages. Jiva will be teaching her how to read and write, but anyone is welcome to join if they’d like to learn as well/can walk through anytime to check on their pack sister.
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The last few days had been hellish for the young woman. She’d slipped in and out of consciousness a day after the attack, but once her fever from slight infection had broken on the second day, she was able to give her ever watchful pack mates her full attention. They had made sure she had gotten plenty of fluids and rest, almost to the point of her feeling like a prisoner in her own home, but she knew they were taking extra careful precautions in case her attacker had followed her blood trail back to New Dawn. Titania had increased security to all time maximum on the borders, and for good reason, the fae looked like she had had a run in with a bear. That “bear’s” name was Aram, and his face and the memory of his weight upon her and his touch caused her to cry out at night. Physically she was healing, but mentally she’d be scarred for some time.
On day three, Drin had begged and pleaded with Jiva who rarely left her side since the attack, save for bringing her smalls meals or more water, to allow her out in the sunlight again. She’d been holed up in the cozy yet dark communal den for days and needed to breathe in fresh air and hear the sounds of the woods again. She was simply going stir crazy inside. With heavy hesitation he agreed and had carried her outside, even though she insisted she could walk, but his mind was made and she acquiesced. Though she did manage to negotiate that she did not need someone watching her at all times outside and she made sure he went about his business and didn’t fuss over her 24/7 as she was only a few feet away from the den.
This was where the late morning found her on the fourth day, sitting underneath the same tree she had first met Jiva. The swelling in her face had significantly gone down over the past few days, but her right eye was still an inky purple and the skin throughout was turning a bluish green in bruising. Deuce had seen to putting large pieces of cloth and fabric soaked in the cool river water on her black eye and swollen face to help ease the pain. It wasn’t until the third day that her right eye had finally opened with a little coaxing and Drin had tearfully realized her once perfect vision was blurred. The blood in her left eye had dissipated and it had returned to its warm gold touched by a fleck of sea green, her right eye was another story. Since this had taken the brunt of Aram’s closed fist, bright red blood spots now marred the once fully colored ocean eye and hugged the outside of her pupil. Deuce had assured her that in time the eye would heal itself, but the golden femme feared for the worst. Still...perhaps the medic was right as things seemed a little clearer today.
Palaydrian still couldn’t bring herself to look at the carving on her thigh everytime Deuce or Jiva changed her poultices, for it was going to scar just as Aram had wanted it to. She didn’t want to believe the ugly truth, that this was his mark and he would use it to identify her when he came looking for her again. The idea made her shiver and feel sick, so ignoring it was her defense mechanism of trying to forget. Her pack family had been amazing the past few days. No peppering of questions or grilling her mind for details. They were giving her the space she needed until she was ready to revisit what had happened that day. “Coyote” and “Aram” were the only clues she had managed to rasp out when her family had come to her aid. Her voice had regained strength the night before, though the bite marks and the pressure her attacker had put on her vocal chords, meant she wouldn’t be singing anytime soon until her throat properly healed.
The young woman was slowly fishtail braiding her lilac kissed hair down her left shoulder. Her wrists were still swollen and sore, but the bandages wrapped tightly around them helped her coordination. She wanted to keep her hands busy, but knew to take it slow. Braiding was gentle work and didn’t demand a lot of movement from her wrists, only her fingers weaved in and out. Her back was resting against the tree and her legs were crossed in front of her in the grass. Breathing felt easier today, though her ribs would need to be wrapped daily for another month or so if they were to heal properly. It felt odd being in optime form in a feral dominated pack, but everyone understood she couldn’t possibly shift without breaking something. Drin would have to remain in this form until Deuce pronounced her right as rain.
Her eyes fluttered shut when a shaft of sunlight broke through the top of the tree and shined down on her body. She murmured a soft sigh allowing the rays to warm up her limbs and simply enjoying her surroundings. This was her home and she didn’t want to leave the safety of its borders again, at least not for awhile...her days of adventuring had come to an abrupt end, but somehow the woman was okay with this. The angel was healing, but not yet ready to fly.
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