The Guidance- OLD

[BlossomTail]

Drake pressed on the wound harder, muttering to himself.

[Sabatea]

Ralen padded over beside Myra, gently licking her hand, whining softly when there was no response.

The wound's bleeding began to slow, but still Myra was taking shallower breaths.

[BlossomTail]

Drake coughed hard, now shaking. When the bleeding slowed enough, he let go, mumbling to himself.

[Sabatea]

"Drake..." Ralen repeated, blinking at him.

[BlossomTail]

"W-what..?" he muttered, looking over at him.

[Sabatea]

"What happened?" Ralen murmured, blinking at him.

[BlossomTail]

"Too many memories..." he rasped, before he put his hands over his head, shuddering.

[Sabatea]

Ralen blinked at him for a moment before he had an idea. "Close your eyes..." he murmured softly, padding over near him.

[BlossomTail]

Drake watched him cautiously, growling some. He slowly closed his eyes though, doing what he said.

[Sabatea]

"Think, Drake... Your father is gone, you escaped the hunters and helped Myra and Feron and everyone else... Think, okay? Memories are nothing but distorted versions of the past. Forget about them and look at what you're doing!" Ralen murmured softly, trying to get him to reason again.