Everything is dark and cold as her body desperately tries to renew her strength. The small gray girl couldn't tell if she had died or what had happened to her. She was surrounded by darkness and her body felt.....like nothing; no more pain, light as air, like she was nothing at all. Her images of death were lighter and accompanied by her adoptive mother there to guide her. If this was death she didn't like it, she felt alone and scared. She didn't want to die, to leave her friends behind. And so she was fighting, pulling herself back to the world and consciousness. She was resilient, persistent, and she was going to fight like hell and back to stay alive.

And then, from the darkness, she feels something, something is touching her body. She is not alone, she can sense someone else near but she just can't find her way out of the darkness to get to them. She can vaguely hear the other, feel his gentle touches upon all the places she was torn apart at. This wolf was helping her. She starts to pull free from the darkness's grasp upon her. "I don't know if you can hear me but my name is Achilles. I've packed your wounds with moss and I'm cleaning them to make sure I've stopped the bleeding. I called for Guardian so he should be here soon. I'm sorry this happened to you. You're safe now. Nothing will hurt you here." Her ear flicks slightly in response to his words, a sign that she heard him, she understood. This must be the Achilles that Guardian had told her all about, Shiloh's brother and his cousin. It put some of her fear at ease, to hear him speak, to hear him say that she was safe. If she could just wake up fully, she could tell him what happened, tell him of the danger the angels were in.

And then she feels another presence, hope sparks inside of her that it is Guardian but a female voice shatters her heart. ”Look at this mess you made.” And then the female begins to take off whatever Achilles had done to help. Aviias had no idea what was going on, no way to see or reach out to them. ”You act like a novice has taught you, you want those wounds infected? She can die you know.” and then the fear once more returns within Aviias at the females words. She realized Achilles must have just put moss in her wounds, without putting something else in to stop infection from setting in. True, she had done the same thing, but she was just buying herself time, infection could wait, she had needed to get to help before she worried about infection, something she couldn't do if she bled to death on the way.

The small gray girl feel's the female's presence disappear for a few moments, before she returns and begins to spread some cool, slimey material on the wounds. It felt....good. Aviias guessed it must have been aloe just on feeling alone. The female covers all her wounds, including the large gash in her leg that her attacker had made as a message, his calling card. And then the gray girl felt more soft material being pressed into her open wounds: more moss. Her tail twitched, trying to gain their attention to let them know she could hear them, but her mind and body were still too exhausted to wake her up completely. But she was trying, oh man was Aviias trying. Trying to force her eyelids open despite them feeling as heavy as stones, trying to move her body in any way.

And then she heard him, the sound of running drowning out the feeling of the healer's gentle touch. She knew who it was without being able to see, it could only be one wolf, his presence looming over her: Guardian. “Aviias? What happened? Why is she all bein’ bruised up?” his voice caused a spark in her, her ear to twitch once more. She wanted to get up, to regain full consciousness to tell him she was okay, to tell him what happened. It hurt her deeply to hear the worry in his voice, she hated it and she swore to herself she would never make him sound like that again. And then he leans down and touches her cheek so gently that she forces herself back, wills herself back to the real world with a noise that could only be described as a combination between a groan and a whine.

“Miss Nevah ma’am, is she gunna be alright eh? he asks what Aviias assumes is the female, his presence moving away from her slightly. ”There, don’t expect me to clean up these messes all the time though. Hopefully Meryl or mother will come back… or something. the female says after she has finished her work, huffing and walking away. It worried the small girl that the one that was helping her had left, but she had done enough to keep the girl alive for the time being. “She’s ma friend, she hugged me ya know?” Guardian says, clearly to Achilles. His words make her want to smile, so sweet and innocent. Violet eyes peek open ever so slightly, trying to open fully but the weight they carry is too much. "Guardian..." her words are horse and quiet, almost strained as her entire body hurts, making the smallest movement painful.

"You....you have to be careful, he wants to hurt angels......he....he thought I was an angel.....or....that I was with.....you.....he said....just being with you.....was enough....to attack," her strained words end in a whine. She is over exerting herself and she knows it, but she has to tell them, warn them both of the white and gray male with his soulless pure white eyes. Tears welled up in her violet gaze and ran down her cheeks. She was sorry she had to put them through this, scared of what the male would try to do to her friends, scared of dying. "He wants.....someone......named Amir but.....but I don't know who that is....." She was so confused, sad, and scared that her mind was just a mess, overwhelmed with what had happened to her. "I'm scared Guardian....." her eyes screamed help me. All she wanted was to be near him, feel at ease at his side, to not be scared anymore.

Maybe if she stayed in Diveen, by Guardian, she could feel safe, happy again. Taviora didn't feel like home anymore. That is, if she survived this moment in her life.