She wished the earth would swallow her up and she wouldn't have to worry anymore. Worry about her family, her mate, her pack, what everyone thought of her, if Naniko would try to exact revenge. She didn't have the strength anymore. The woman had never felt so lost in her life, not even after her mother had died. It was as if the pieces of her life were like water slipping through her fingers and there was nothing she could do to keep it together. The weight of it all had finally become too much for her and she was suffocating under the pressure. How could she have thought she could ever do this? Lead a pack? Who was she to have looked so far above herself? Wouldn't her father like to see her now, failing like a miserable little whelp.
The sound of someone approaching came to her ears faintly as if through a fog and she didn't even bother to look and see if it were friend or foe. Maybe that little shit had survived and come back to attack her now that she was weak and vulnerable. But it wasn't him. The Italian fey was wrapped in a warm and loving embrace and she didn't need to open her eyes to know who it was. "Ehno!" she cried. Her fingers clutched his fur like a lifeline. She needed him. She needed him now like she had never needed him before. He was the one she could always count on, the one who would always have her back. Her one and only brother. She continued to sob as she clung to him, unable to stop the tears.
Ehno's words about her bleeding went in one ear and out the other. Savina couldn't process them. She didn't seem to care about the life force that was weeping from her arm. It was his question that finally made her try to focus and calm herself enough to speak. Save the sobs she remained quiet for a few more minutes though. It took a while for her to gather any kind of composure. "T-tutto c-crolla..." she said, taking in a deep shaky breath. "K-Kansas...ha saputo...ha saputo di Naniko...ma non mi ha detto..." If possible she held him tighter, her eyes clamped shut. "Mi s-sono preoccupato sempre ha significato più a lui di m-me. Mi ha fatto sempre s-sente così insicuro...così indegno. F-forse è tutto vero..." Maybe she wasn't worthy.
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