WESSEX
the wraith
If there is a soft spot, a chink in Wessex’s many layored armor, it is for Amalia (and Rory - but this is not his story); even monsters (as some of them might call her) can be loving mothers. And sometimes the best mothers end up being monsters. Wessex is no Medea, no Maleficent, no vengeful spirit. Quietly doing what she can in terms of reassurance and soothing, the Wraith accepts the staff’s healing with a silent, heartfelt thank you to Amun for this thoughtfulness. Moving aside for Deimos if he wants to come closer, Wessex is quiet until those fateful words cause her eyes to fly to Amalia’s legs - she’s no medic, she doesn’t know what could cause paralysis like this. Is it something that will wear off? Eventually fix itself? Does it just need a shit ton of healing? Looking at the stretcher Deimos has created and trying to avoid panic in her eyes and voice, she looks to the rest of them, hoping they’ve heard the complaint too.
“Well. Let’s figure out what that’s all about somewhere else, ok?” If they’re in agreement, Wessex will help move rubble to allow for an easy transition to the stretcher, and then accompanying Amalia to the infirmary.
{Fin for W}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
