lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags

Lil felt hollow, cold, alone. Her twin souls were gone. They were the only family she had ever known in this world. She didn’t know what happened to them, she only knew that she worries greatly for them, and hoped with every fiber of her being that they would return to her soon. She was so, so lonely. Even in the Typhoon she had yet to genuinely click with someone, but she believed that to be her fault as well. Lil was undoubtedly reserved, and kept herself guarded from almost everyone. A side-effect from having become a well known killer was the deep set paranoia. Every shuffle in the dark, every odd smell, every little thing that could be interpreted as a potential threat had her hair raised and attention set to locating the source of the distraction.

When her name was called, Lil turned— the voice was soft, and she was in the Typhoon. She was okay.
However, Beatrice looked to be the contrary.

"Bea— oh gosh, you’re really roughed up." Lil said, turning and jumping to one of her shelves. She pulled out some marigold, a poppy plant, a stick and some bandages. Gathering the supplies into a pouch, save the stick which she held in her mouth. Making her way back to Beatrice, she pushed over a rock so that the other could elevate her leg some. "Tanglewood is at war with us currently. I haven’t encountered them personally, but by the looks of it, the rumors of them being low-lying scumbags seem to be true." She lashed her tail, prompting for the other to bring her leg up. "I’ll let Pincher know, if you want. He’ll make sure they don’t touch you again."

lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags

Beatrice hadn't even crossed the border? Huh-- that meant that some Tanglewood rats were trespassing. Disgusting.
"Let Pincher know you didn't cross the border. He'll probably want to know that they were on our territory." The tabby said, biting back her own hesitance. Pincher and her had a... weird kind of friendship. Well-- could she even call it that? She was pretty sure he didn't like her, but she had yet to severely mess up anything, so at least he could trust in her healing skills. Nonetheless, it was probably best if Beatrice was the one to notify him, because Lil herself was already an unfavorable option.

The topic shift was well-received, in all honesty. Lil was glad to be brought out of more dreary topics, even if it was to one that had a somewhat sad tint to it. Healing was her solace, her space in reality that was away from reality. She liked to heal and felt confident in it -- she was good at it -- and medicine was the only thing left that hadn't abandoned it. Not that it really could, though, but that was beside the point.
"In a past life, I was a healer. It was more magic-based then, because I was in a different kind of universe, but when I entered this world I found herbs and felt... drawn to them, in a way. Medicine has always been something I enjoyed practicing." Lil explained, smiling softly. "I was the youngest in my family-- I was the youngest in a family of fighters. They needed someone to patch up their wounds, and the job fell to me."

Admittedly, Lil wasn't half as good at healing before she turned to her darkest life path to date, but at least she took something positive away from that time of her life. She regretted it more than anything, but that didn't mean she didn't take some sort of sick pride in her handiness with scissor blades. As of late, nobody had questioned why she seemed to always have a pair or two on her, which she was rather grateful for. They likely assumed it was for her medical practicing -- either that, or it was just commonplace to carry weapons around here. Either way, it worked in her favor.