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IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN

Moth had found it harder and harder to be around as of late. With her brother gone now she had felt at first as though she didn't really need to be around anymore. She had her duties as the reaper of medicine to worry about, sure, but they weren't really something that she had done all by herself in the past. There were enough members of Tanglewood around that had known medicine that they would thrive if she was missing for a day or two. Or a week. Or a month.

She wanted to disappear.

She had done that once, back when Crow was leader and things were good. Back when Aurum was alive and Selby was around, before she had thought of kids and before she had been a medic. She had been interested in medicine, but it wasn't something she thought she would ever do. She had simply thought that she would be around, just there, unimportant. But now she couldn't do something like that, she had to take care of her home and had to make sure that everyone was in tip top shape, even if it meant that she barely got sleep, that she was tired all the time and had troubles sleeping, worry gnawing at her stomach that something would happen while she was dozing off, that she wouldn't be able to wake up in time.

That she wouldn't be able to save them.

Her mother, her father, her brother. They were all gone and it was all because she couldn't save any of them.

It was all her fault.

Head shook as she woke up that morning and walked out onto her porch, nose sniffling as snot threatened to drip down from her nostrils. Spring was coming, she knew that much and she could tell, but she'd never had allergies before, it was odd to suddenly be getting them now. She paid no mind though, figuring it was her body's way of telling her she needed rest, she needed to make sure she didn't overdo anything. She could only hope that today would be a better day for that, that nothing would happen to cause her to stress or worry more than she was already. She had hoped so well that the female soon shifted into the body she had been in when she had first joined Tanglewood, and a small island fox was suddenly there upon Moth's porch, sitting and waiting and watching.

MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO

Anyone who had any sort of medical knowledge beyond the very basics had a lot of respect from Atbash; she couldn't imagine being one of, or the only one, the medics that a group had and as such, being relied on so much by them. She hadn't expected to be a leader and that was stressful in of itself, Atbash knew she couldn't handle being a medic. So Moth had a lot of respect from the demoness, even if she didn't act like it half of the time. Right now, though, Atbash had to rely on Moth to make sure everything was healing correctly because she had no idea how to tell if her injuries were healing fine.

Atbash felt fine, of course, but that usually didn't mean everything, especially considering her soul wasn't in-tune with the pain a mortal might feel in their body. "Hey, Moth." The Shaderunner tried reaching out to Moth's mind to speak with her telepathically while the wound on her throat healed. "I just came to have you check and make sure everything's healing fine," She was antsy, though if Moth or someone else told her to just sit around and relax, the savannah wasn't sure if she could do that.

There was a short pause as Atbash stepped forward, tilting her head at the Reaver. "You doing okay?" There... had been quite a few injuries lately, wasn't there? Moth had to be exhausted.