The broken clock is a comfort

Ghita Marino · 05-03-2010, 09:27 PM

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Sorry for the failwait!
Wc: 439

Resting her body on the manor's couch did nothing for Ghita's wild and wandering spirit. The Italian fae had never been easy to pin down anywhere, which made the adjustment to Crimson Dream's pack life difficult. But she'd done it - for her sister, her brother, her sister's children - for the family she'd eventually create. But now all of that was torn from her now, in the single instant that she gave her body for her niece. It was absolutely nothing that she regretted or resented, but instead was happy to do. However, the repercussions were grave. So far her body had been healing well, but it was still early in the healing process - anything could easily go wrong.

Smiling softly, Ghita nodded at Mati's statement, letting the words sink in. "I'm sure that you would've known the right thing to do. You did with what happened at Old Red, after all." The event had hardly been spoken of between the wolves involved - it seemed almost ridiculous to be that way. Especially among the younger victims to the failing barn, the little piece of Ghita's maternal instinct shouted to her, to talk about this and resolve this with both Mati and Cambria. However, both Marinos were resting with limited movement - the reparation with her auburn niece would take time.

Thinking carefully now, Ghita chewed her lip, studying Mati. She knew very little of Anu's adopted daughter, and nothing of the relation she had with Ghita's niece, and now was regretting it. The incident had drawn the involved together, Old Red's last blessing as it tumbled to it's ruin. Quietly shifting the bandage around her ribs, Ghita tried to hide her discomfort - her secret desire to be free of the binding material and let hellfire come in the end - it would be worth it simply to move again. And to think - she had only been confined for a few days - the healing would take many weeks more before the Italian fae would be returned to normal.

Unabashedly, her head and gaze snapped up, the brilliant turquoise meeting Mati's gaze as soon as her niece was mentioned. The news of Cambria had been scarce, small trickles of water in the drought. Hiding a cringe that ravaged her bones through the sudden movement, Ghita's ears flicked quickly, appreciating the proximity for once. There was shame in her voice as she spoke, as if this had been her fault completely, the words barely hiding the care she felt for her niece. "I haven't heard much about how she's doing - how badly was Cambria hurt?"

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