[PU] Where are They Now // Outpost Construction 1/2

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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olalla looked sick. the beast looked like he was about to die and jormungand wasn't sure how he felt about that. sure, that would mean the ardent's position would be up for grabs, but that would break his daughter's heart and therein lay the conflict. he had gone out to hunt earlier, luck had struck and allowed him a feast and to bring back a few little animals. some that he now held in his jaws to approach the resting animal. he dropped it at olalla's paws and sat down a safe distance away from him. not to get sick and not to intrude. "olalla, you look terrible. in the nicest way possible. you need to rest." the italian's voice was firm but the words were meant with well intent, concern laced his gaze. "you cannot push on if you are sick, it would pain my daughter to see you get worse." it might be risky bringing up kold to the animal but he really didn't want olalla to break his daughter's heart by being stupid and making himself even worse. "eat the food and go back to rest, i will go work on the outpost now." he rose to his paws with a small sigh and a nod. "please."

#psychosocial.