THE FEAR OF FALLING APART / open

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]When Margaery arrived, Suiteheart immediately felt the concern and wariness roll off her wife in waves thanks to their shared bond. The chocolate point seemed to realize her place was elsewhere, and she quickly ran off to pursue the attacker. Suite wanted to call out to her to help them, but she knew it would be no good; Margaery was distancing herself for good reason.

Hazel was next up, and Suiteheart let a sigh of relief tumble passed her lips. At Hazel's inquiry, she opened her mouth to request anything to staunch the bleeding, but Bastillepaw's entrance caught her off guard - particularly the hard shove. Wind wiped violently around the growing group, and Suite's dark eyes widened momentarily. She forgot how powerful this kid was. She wanted to tell him to simmer down -- if only a hair -- but knew it was better left unsaid. He was a ticking time bomb at this point.

Instead, she watched as he quickly bandaged her up the best he could before explain camp was the only way to go. She was slightly worried about moving Luna, but staying here would surely be its own death sentence. "Marigold'll help with infection... So will burdock root," she murmured, her brain running at a hundred miles an hour.

At his next words, she nodded. "I'll get her there as quickly as I can, kiddo." With that, the large creature set off. Her movements were quick and easy, catlike. These combined things at least made a smooth ride for Lunafreya. Thanks to her large strides, it wouldn't be too long until camp was within range.