Marina made sure to get Elanor back into Aeolian's room, made sure to help her clean and calm down before trying to talk to her.
"Are you alright?" Marina whispered as she took a seat in front her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Elanor was starring at the floor in silence, her fists balled up and her jaw clenched in tension. She did not blame herself for this, or did she? She acted on instinct, to protect Aeolian. She did not do it out of spite. She could not have allowed this even if it meant she had to suffer consequences. Nothing could be worse than watching Aeolian die right under her eyes and the blame of not doing anything would have been too much.
"Ela? It's going to be alright. Werewolves heal faster than any human would, you don't have to worry. I'm sure you didn't do too much
