BLOOD ON MY NAME | open + injury

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The Observatory was not as big of a building as everyone thought it to be. News spread like wild fire of Bastillepaw's injuries. It reached Suiteheart in no time, and to say the polar bear was alarmed would be an understatement. She cared for the young man deerly, and she did not want anything bad to befall him. However, just like with her own children, she seemed unable to protect him as well.

The bear's eyes darkened with worry when she spotted the boy. He seemed so indifferent, so calm about this whole situation. God, Suiteheart wished she could experience that sort of inner peace (ha, if only Bast actually had inner piece; his nonchalant actions were not because of his placid state of being, no - he just genuinely didn't give a shit). "What the fuck happened to you?" she asked, setting down the gauze and marigold she'd grabbed on her way towards him.

"Want me to fix you up, or can you?" she asked, voice gentle. She was calm because he was calm, but underneath her reserved exterior, her mind was whirling. The Ascendants were peaceful... Who could've done this?

"I think Rad's out right now, Luna. I can help him from here. Don't worry, either. If he's up and walking around like it's no big deal, I'm sure it's no big deal."

She hoped that anyway.