welcome home | p, venus

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]It had only been a small amount of time since Venus joined, but Ophelia found her thoughts drawn back to the younger member often. They had been so injured when they arrived, and that left a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Anyone being hurt made her feathers - metaphorically, this time - ruffle, but it was even worse when it was someone younger than her. Teenagers and children didn't need to be put through these things. They didn't deserve that. Not that adults did, but at least adults had the ability to better cope with it and not let it shake them too much.

All of this was why she found herself wandering to the medics' dens, gaze searching for the other feline. She was careful as she wandered around to not let her bulky wings or the satchel she had tied around her bump into anything, steps soft and eyes sharp. Bringing a welcome back gift seemed like a good idea, so she'd gone through with it. It was the least she could do, considering the other cat's circumstances.

"Venus..? Are you here? I brought you something." she called out.