A weary sigh left her, staring blindly at the bedroom that she used for patients. It was empty, though she was sure it would not be for long. News had quickly spread about Ares' breakdown, and Seven couldn't help but let a dry sob leave her mouth at the thought. The poor girl. Seven had heard of what had happened two years ago, but she truly could not fault the girl. She had little control over when the event would happen.

Feeling her way outside, she stopped halfway through the front door. It made little difference whether to sit outside or inside for her, considering she couldn't see anything. Even after all the years, she couldn't get used to not seeing the world around her, the sunlight filtering through leaves and falling onto the swamp's floor, the children running by her home playing. She could only see white outlines of the tanglers she knew.

Shaking herself, she continued through the door and used her tail to close it behind her. Then she felt her way toward the bundle of pillows and blankets she had made for a seat on her porch. And she sat down, eyes wide and staring out into the town, yet always unseeing. Occasionally she would blink, but other than that, she watched the outlines of Tanglers move to and fro.

The pink-red outline of Aesior made Seven snort, shifting her paws to look at him. "You should be healing, in bed." she rumbled, stern yet humorous. Yes, he should be resting in a bed, and yet he was out and about. Perhaps Ares was on his mind, considering his injured aura and the word that he took the brunt of the attack.

She stood, but stayed in her spot of pillows and blankets. "How are your injuries, anyway?"