Lynn stood over the girl spoon-feeding the girl some soup. She still had not woken from her state of unconscious, and she was becoming increasingly worried. The girl’s breathing had become more normal but still was strained at times. She watched as the girl’s fingers continued twitching as if running her hands through grass or possibly fur. Lynn could only hope that the girl was comforted in her state of unconsciousness.
Syllea continued to lay in the field of flowers, laying with her wolf, the feeling of drowning from a hot liquid present again. The wolfs’ soft white fur she cuddled in always comforted her. It felt only like a few hours since she had been there, but something in the back of her mind told her it had been much longer.
The wolf seemed to feel the spike in the girl’s anxiety and stress, and he instinctively moved closer to her, putting his head gently into her lap. Syllea was instantly comforted.
