Anger and shame.
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kiananlogsSaturday, 22 June 2013
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (96% full).
It's a fairly angry and ashamed Ahroun that arrives at the garage. Anger that neither a run nor time alone burned off. The shame brings about a kind of seething heat that Reed had been known for in early cubhood making an ugly and rare appearance. Though he's quiet when he first enters the garage, the frustrated sounds of skin against canvas and relaying rattle of chain soon make up for any lack of noise. His Rage burns hot already though he's desperately trying to stave it off by hitting the punching bag again and again. From the third point of view it seems to only be adding fuel to the fire.
There is a soft whuff from the upstairs as someone wakes, the padding about upstairs giving way to clicking of hooves on the few exposed wood bits of the loft, and then Sue who makes his way down the ladder to the first floor of the garage in homid, jeans and a teeshirt— the teeshirt which clearly shows that his right arm's only regrown to about halfway past the elbow at the moment, new skin and a wince that looks like the metis has only gotten an hour of sleep or so. But he leans against the ladder when he's gotten to the ground floor of the garage, and offers, "Hey."
It's obvious from his appearance that Reed's been at various activities for a while. He's sweaty, tracks of nearly clean skin around slightly dirtier skin make lines from his temples and under the collar of his own t-shirt. At the greeting he pauses, briefly, but without looking at Sue. Shoulders rise and fall in a couple of quick breaths before he starts hammering away at the bag again.
Like other times, the metis doesn't seem inclined to press his presence, or force Reed to talk. Slowly, carefully, Sue makes his way from the ladder to the next point, six and seven steps at a time but without falling on his face, until he's somewhere that he's within Reed's field of peripheral vision. "So…?" he prompts, once the Get leaves a space to talk in. "Is that helping?" There's no judgment in the words, however.
"No," Reed answers, the same expression of guilt and anger coloring the single word answer. Of all things, the assault on the bag could appear as a tantrum, futile but filled with emotion. His fists continue to strike the bag, solid hits leaving knuckles red and raw.
Sue awkwardly manages to make it to sitting down next to one of the benches, and gestures towards near him, away from the punching bag. "Then you can try again later," he offers. "I'll listen," comes the next, additional offer.
For a boy who knows only violence as a means to deal with anger, it's difficult to turn away from the bag. Eventually Reed's hands grasp the chain holding it up off the floor. Even in that there's potential to do damage, and it takes a beat before he pulls himself away from the bag completely. "I messed up," he spits out an answer. "I didn't… I should've… She told me I'm grounded! And to get out! They didn't need my help killing the little fomori, the big… that was more of a threat and I wasn't even injured!"
The Fury listens and nods, using his free hand to cradle the regrowing one against his body. Sue also apparently takes what little victory of ceasing the senseless attack on the punching bag that he can get, and nods. "We all mess up," he responds, empathy rather than dismissiveness, teeth reaching to tug at his lower lip and a twinge to his voice that he tries to hide by continuing to speak. "Slow down, Reed. Tell me what happened?"
"I tried to stay where I thought I was more useful," Reed tosses out. "I didn't listen when I was told to follow someone else and help them." He takes a breath and nearly turns to the punching bag again, but instead of renewing his attack he starts pacing instead. "And. I didn't listen. I stayed. Then she… she yelled at me. And I couldn't even go back. I couldn't go back and help finish things. Not even cleaning up. I failed everything. Shamed myself and my tribe."
Sue purses his lips and frowns, though it's not disapproval or disappointment, just thoughtfulness. The Fury metis is sitting on the floor by one of the benches, still-regrowing arm cradled to his chest with his currently good one. The Get isn't too far away, a step and then a little from one of the punching bags. "Okay," he acknowledges, speaking quietly. "I don't think everything is quite so accurate. You're still here talking to me. You'll do better next time. I know you will." He pauses and then offers. "And, I understand making mistakes, but I also… It's… important, in those sort of things, to be able to know that everyone has everyone else's back, to not go off and be more useful but where you get separated and then can't help."
Reed's rage is threatening to boil over, fueling heated steps that draw him toward the bag then away again in pacing. But it's a strange mixture of anger and guilt that seems to have set him off, expression torn between regret and self loathing. Argument roils and seethes, but words have temporarily run out.
Thump, clatter, rattle. The sounds of someone outside, finding the door-latch and then opening the door. The figure that appears needs a second glance to determine who it is— Topsy, in Glabro, and still looking a little battered, is not so immediately recognisable as usual.
Sue starts the process of hauling himself to his feet, hiking pole unfolded and he's headed to the garage fridge to grab water bottles when there's the sounds of another arrival. Nonetheless, Sue finishes getting water bottles—three instead of two—and moves back over to where he was. One of them is set down where Sue was sitting, the second offered over to Reed fairly firmly, and then Sue looks over towards Topsy, offering the athro a small nod and a smile that's fainter yet before he sits back down.
Reed glances toward the door, gaze lingering though his path turns him away from easy viewing. The bottle ends up being pushed on him before he takes it, looking away from Topsy only briefly to look at the water. Then he looks toward the door again, and the new arrival. It takes a moment before some sort of recognition sets in, a moment before there's a shift in his posture. Likely unseen in many Get of Fenris, he shifts backward a step, off his path with further self contempt. His stance eases defensively, as if expecting violence to come, but his posture is submissive.
"Sue dear, it's been a while, I hope you've been well?" the Gaian says with a warm smile for the Fury. She turns to regard Reed, then raises an eyebrow. The weight of the large moon is detectable, but there's no particular cloud of Rage hanging around her. She looks almost friendly, ever so slightly comforting, and just a little bit disappointed.
The metis seems to put two and two together at this point— after all, he hadn't pressed the other cliath for details as to who, letting Reed talk as he would, or wouldn't— and nods. "I've been okay, yeah," he offers to Topsy, with a little bit of a smile after a moment of watching the Gaian ahroun. "Even good, at enough times." And then Sue resumes his seat on the bench, not interfering with the two ahrouns, but remaining generally supportive of the younger cliath nonetheless.
Reed nearly trembles in effort to contain himself, though the anger isn't directed at Sue and certainly not Topsy. His gaze angles aside when the Gaian looks at him, and his brows knit together, taking some of the temper out of his expression. "I'm sorry," he offers quietly, once he's found enough of his voice to speak. "I should've listened and gone with the others."
"Good," Topsy says with audible approval. "Well done for having the guts to come straight out and say so. I'll spare you the speech if you can give me three good reasons why that's what you should have done."
Sue watches quietly, fidgeting with the still healing arm in his lap. He looks for a moment towards the Gaian, then back to Reed and then to the rest of the garage, still remaining quiet and observing.
"I'm inexperienced," Reed answers, still keeping his tone quiet. "I wasn't injured, so I should have gone with those also not as experienced to keep them safe. And I disobeyed orders by breaking rank with my group, shaming myself and making my teachers look bad for my stupidity."
Topsy keeps a fairly stern face for a little longer, allowing the Get to sweat a bit, before relenting. "We've all done stupid things in our time, dear, and the heat of the moment makes it easier to do just that," she says, understandingly. "You didn't get anybody killed with it. Not that it excuses the behaviour. You've given your apology to me. I think—" and she glances towards Sue, with a formal sort of nod, "that you should make formal apology to those you abandoned during the Hunt, and do one or two small tasks for me. However, I'm no half-moon. We do have one of those right here. If he feels that some more official punishment is in order for your actions, I will bow to his authority. Did you hear much detail, Sue dear?"
Sue tilts his head to one side. "I had been letting Reed tell me what happened at the pace he needed to," he says, nodding.
"I stayed behind," he notes, a furrow of his brow. "But I think I got the gist of it. I think as well that that seems pretty decent, and it's not like Reed doesn't get the picture. Plus, the only thing that solves the problem of experience is experience, and until then… I'd… just, a bit before you got here, been telling Reed, we all make mistakes." The metis's brow furrows a little himself. "Like that right now, Jacinta-rhya pretty much wanted my hide, recently, for one of my own, because when I'd been on the bawn, there were skullpigs, and I was unaware that one of the two Wendigo there at the fight was her cub, because I'd been away and was too busy trying to keep track and make sure we all got through it without becoming food for the skullpigs." The philodox looks up from the floor when he's done speaking about his own mistake made, a glance to Topsy, but then refocuses to Reed. "I'll teach you the Contrition rite, unless you have a tribemate you want to learn it from."
Reed allows his attention to shift to Sue, without so much as changing his posture. The trembling has eased a little, but the grip of Rage is still about him. At least he's, for now, not likely to fly off the handle. When the offer is made, he looks from the Fury to the Gaian, shifting the request to the athro's judgement.
"I won't insist on your giving Contrition, but it's a good one to learn anyway," Topsy adds to Sue's assessment. "I'll count on you to find everybody you need to, and let me know when you've been to see them all. If you put as much thought into your words to them that you did into what you told me just now, I think you'll do very well. I'll also give you directions to a couple of places where there are small banes that need seeing to." She studies Reed rather intently, and it's a gaze that some would find unsettlingly frank. "I suggest you don't go alone. Use the opportunity to remind yourself not to place Glory before Honour, and that sometimes Wisdom is worthwhile even in a fight."
Sue nods, watching still, and Reed's offered a small smile of approval. "Good, then," the metis agrees, struggling for the moment until he manages to open his own water bottle one-handed, and he looks at Reed. "I think, if I may," he says, "you should find somewhere quiet. Work on the things Emma-rhya helped you with. And remember, you're not worthless. Mistakes happen. You'll do better next time, and you dealt well with your own actions this time, too."
Reed nods slightly to Topsy's words, angling a glance toward Sue when he speaks up again. There's a second nod that follows, and it appears as if words are once more exhausted. Or he's erring on the safer side of silence. Following the Fury's suggested of quiet time, he looks up at the Gaian, again for approval to take the advice and leave until he's worked through things.
"You're Get, of course you're not worthless," Topsy says as Reed departs, in tones of certainty that could probably make the sky give in and turn polka-dotted if she said it was so. "And I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Gaia watch."
Reed watches Topsy for a moment or two longer, probably second guessing the Gaian's claims. He refrains from arguing and instead heads for the door, taking his stormcloud with him.
Sue takes a breath in and a breath out while the Get leaves, some thoughts hide behind the philodox's relatively calm expression betrayed only by a furrowing of brow. "He's come a long way," Sue eventually states, quietly.
"Impetuous, reckless, but not useless," Topsy murmurs, with a little smile of reminiscence as she watches the younger Ahroun. "One mustn't stereotype, of course, but the road to keeping any young Ahroun alive long enough for them to become experienced Ahroun is one strewn with an abundance of speed-bumps." She turns back to Sue. "Can you name me any Garou that doesn't have a long way to go when he or she first starts out?"
"No," Sue admits, quietly. "'Course not." Water bottle gets put down and Sue glances down at his arm, as if glancing at it will make it regrow faster, then gets up, testing the range of motion with the newly regrown limb. "I keep thinking I should listen better to my own advice, though. Everything I told Reed, I should listen better to. And for all I've learned mistakes still feel… huge. Stupid."
The Athro snorts. "It doesn't change," she states. "The more you learn, the bigger the expectations become. You gain perspective, but mostly for the past."
Sue nods, taking a few careful steps that get him as far as another bench before he sits back down and glances at the athro. "Yeah," he says, acknowledgement and a lot of thought put into it with one simple word. "I mean, I should have known better. Or thought more, or any number of things but hindsight is much better than judgment when a skull pig's staring me in the face, and I'm not a fighter, not really. I was lucky to get out of that one alive… and luckier Jacinta-rhya didn't skin me after."
Topsy snorts again. "My dear boy! Compared to your average human, you're Bruce Lee. Perspective! You smoothed things over with Jacinta-rhya?"
Sue lifts his shoulders. "After a manner and a while and some fumbling about. I've arrangements to meet her— and the cub," and it's potentially clear which one Sue cares more about, and it isn't entirely the Warder, "and make Contrition. She was pretty formidably angry and didn't really listen to a word I had to say after asking to hear it, but."
"A larger moon is never helpful with that sort of thing," Topsy comments. "Chalk it all up to experience and do the best you can. It's all any of us can ever do." She straightens a bit, wincing when an only-partly-healed wound tugs at her. "I should head back to the Caern, or I'll never get these scratches healed up. If you wanted to talk some more you're welcome to come out and find me there."
Sue offers a bit of a grin towards Topsy. "Yeah. When this," he waves his arm about, "finishes healing up myself. Rai said it'll regrow, just that there's a lot to grow. I'll see you around." There's a moment, and then despite the fullness of the moon, the metis gets up and takes a few steps towards Topsy, stopping a little bit away from the Gaian in pause before giving her a quick hug.
Topsy does good hugs. Huge, breath-stopping Child of Gaia hugs, amplified by her current Glabro form and not particularly softened by battering she took on the Hunt. She puts out a helpful hand to steady the Fury when she lets go. "Gaia watch, my dear, Gaia watch."
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (96% full).
It's a fairly angry and ashamed Ahroun that arrives at the garage. Anger that neither a run nor time alone burned off. The shame brings about a kind of seething heat that Reed had been known for in early cubhood making an ugly and rare appearance. Though he's quiet when he first enters the garage, the frustrated sounds of skin against canvas and relaying rattle of chain soon make up for any lack of noise. His Rage burns hot already though he's desperately trying to stave it off by hitting the punching bag again and again. From the third point of view it seems to only be adding fuel to the fire.
There is a soft whuff from the upstairs as someone wakes, the padding about upstairs giving way to clicking of hooves on the few exposed wood bits of the loft, and then Sue who makes his way down the ladder to the first floor of the garage in homid, jeans and a teeshirt— the teeshirt which clearly shows that his right arm's only regrown to about halfway past the elbow at the moment, new skin and a wince that looks like the metis has only gotten an hour of sleep or so. But he leans against the ladder when he's gotten to the ground floor of the garage, and offers, "Hey."
It's obvious from his appearance that Reed's been at various activities for a while. He's sweaty, tracks of nearly clean skin around slightly dirtier skin make lines from his temples and under the collar of his own t-shirt. At the greeting he pauses, briefly, but without looking at Sue. Shoulders rise and fall in a couple of quick breaths before he starts hammering away at the bag again.
Like other times, the metis doesn't seem inclined to press his presence, or force Reed to talk. Slowly, carefully, Sue makes his way from the ladder to the next point, six and seven steps at a time but without falling on his face, until he's somewhere that he's within Reed's field of peripheral vision. "So…?" he prompts, once the Get leaves a space to talk in. "Is that helping?" There's no judgment in the words, however.
"No," Reed answers, the same expression of guilt and anger coloring the single word answer. Of all things, the assault on the bag could appear as a tantrum, futile but filled with emotion. His fists continue to strike the bag, solid hits leaving knuckles red and raw.
Sue awkwardly manages to make it to sitting down next to one of the benches, and gestures towards near him, away from the punching bag. "Then you can try again later," he offers. "I'll listen," comes the next, additional offer.
For a boy who knows only violence as a means to deal with anger, it's difficult to turn away from the bag. Eventually Reed's hands grasp the chain holding it up off the floor. Even in that there's potential to do damage, and it takes a beat before he pulls himself away from the bag completely. "I messed up," he spits out an answer. "I didn't… I should've… She told me I'm grounded! And to get out! They didn't need my help killing the little fomori, the big… that was more of a threat and I wasn't even injured!"
The Fury listens and nods, using his free hand to cradle the regrowing one against his body. Sue also apparently takes what little victory of ceasing the senseless attack on the punching bag that he can get, and nods. "We all mess up," he responds, empathy rather than dismissiveness, teeth reaching to tug at his lower lip and a twinge to his voice that he tries to hide by continuing to speak. "Slow down, Reed. Tell me what happened?"
"I tried to stay where I thought I was more useful," Reed tosses out. "I didn't listen when I was told to follow someone else and help them." He takes a breath and nearly turns to the punching bag again, but instead of renewing his attack he starts pacing instead. "And. I didn't listen. I stayed. Then she… she yelled at me. And I couldn't even go back. I couldn't go back and help finish things. Not even cleaning up. I failed everything. Shamed myself and my tribe."
Sue purses his lips and frowns, though it's not disapproval or disappointment, just thoughtfulness. The Fury metis is sitting on the floor by one of the benches, still-regrowing arm cradled to his chest with his currently good one. The Get isn't too far away, a step and then a little from one of the punching bags. "Okay," he acknowledges, speaking quietly. "I don't think everything is quite so accurate. You're still here talking to me. You'll do better next time. I know you will." He pauses and then offers. "And, I understand making mistakes, but I also… It's… important, in those sort of things, to be able to know that everyone has everyone else's back, to not go off and be more useful but where you get separated and then can't help."
Reed's rage is threatening to boil over, fueling heated steps that draw him toward the bag then away again in pacing. But it's a strange mixture of anger and guilt that seems to have set him off, expression torn between regret and self loathing. Argument roils and seethes, but words have temporarily run out.
Thump, clatter, rattle. The sounds of someone outside, finding the door-latch and then opening the door. The figure that appears needs a second glance to determine who it is— Topsy, in Glabro, and still looking a little battered, is not so immediately recognisable as usual.
Sue starts the process of hauling himself to his feet, hiking pole unfolded and he's headed to the garage fridge to grab water bottles when there's the sounds of another arrival. Nonetheless, Sue finishes getting water bottles—three instead of two—and moves back over to where he was. One of them is set down where Sue was sitting, the second offered over to Reed fairly firmly, and then Sue looks over towards Topsy, offering the athro a small nod and a smile that's fainter yet before he sits back down.
Reed glances toward the door, gaze lingering though his path turns him away from easy viewing. The bottle ends up being pushed on him before he takes it, looking away from Topsy only briefly to look at the water. Then he looks toward the door again, and the new arrival. It takes a moment before some sort of recognition sets in, a moment before there's a shift in his posture. Likely unseen in many Get of Fenris, he shifts backward a step, off his path with further self contempt. His stance eases defensively, as if expecting violence to come, but his posture is submissive.
"Sue dear, it's been a while, I hope you've been well?" the Gaian says with a warm smile for the Fury. She turns to regard Reed, then raises an eyebrow. The weight of the large moon is detectable, but there's no particular cloud of Rage hanging around her. She looks almost friendly, ever so slightly comforting, and just a little bit disappointed.
The metis seems to put two and two together at this point— after all, he hadn't pressed the other cliath for details as to who, letting Reed talk as he would, or wouldn't— and nods. "I've been okay, yeah," he offers to Topsy, with a little bit of a smile after a moment of watching the Gaian ahroun. "Even good, at enough times." And then Sue resumes his seat on the bench, not interfering with the two ahrouns, but remaining generally supportive of the younger cliath nonetheless.
Reed nearly trembles in effort to contain himself, though the anger isn't directed at Sue and certainly not Topsy. His gaze angles aside when the Gaian looks at him, and his brows knit together, taking some of the temper out of his expression. "I'm sorry," he offers quietly, once he's found enough of his voice to speak. "I should've listened and gone with the others."
"Good," Topsy says with audible approval. "Well done for having the guts to come straight out and say so. I'll spare you the speech if you can give me three good reasons why that's what you should have done."
Sue watches quietly, fidgeting with the still healing arm in his lap. He looks for a moment towards the Gaian, then back to Reed and then to the rest of the garage, still remaining quiet and observing.
"I'm inexperienced," Reed answers, still keeping his tone quiet. "I wasn't injured, so I should have gone with those also not as experienced to keep them safe. And I disobeyed orders by breaking rank with my group, shaming myself and making my teachers look bad for my stupidity."
Topsy keeps a fairly stern face for a little longer, allowing the Get to sweat a bit, before relenting. "We've all done stupid things in our time, dear, and the heat of the moment makes it easier to do just that," she says, understandingly. "You didn't get anybody killed with it. Not that it excuses the behaviour. You've given your apology to me. I think—" and she glances towards Sue, with a formal sort of nod, "that you should make formal apology to those you abandoned during the Hunt, and do one or two small tasks for me. However, I'm no half-moon. We do have one of those right here. If he feels that some more official punishment is in order for your actions, I will bow to his authority. Did you hear much detail, Sue dear?"
Sue tilts his head to one side. "I had been letting Reed tell me what happened at the pace he needed to," he says, nodding.
"I stayed behind," he notes, a furrow of his brow. "But I think I got the gist of it. I think as well that that seems pretty decent, and it's not like Reed doesn't get the picture. Plus, the only thing that solves the problem of experience is experience, and until then… I'd… just, a bit before you got here, been telling Reed, we all make mistakes." The metis's brow furrows a little himself. "Like that right now, Jacinta-rhya pretty much wanted my hide, recently, for one of my own, because when I'd been on the bawn, there were skullpigs, and I was unaware that one of the two Wendigo there at the fight was her cub, because I'd been away and was too busy trying to keep track and make sure we all got through it without becoming food for the skullpigs." The philodox looks up from the floor when he's done speaking about his own mistake made, a glance to Topsy, but then refocuses to Reed. "I'll teach you the Contrition rite, unless you have a tribemate you want to learn it from."
Reed allows his attention to shift to Sue, without so much as changing his posture. The trembling has eased a little, but the grip of Rage is still about him. At least he's, for now, not likely to fly off the handle. When the offer is made, he looks from the Fury to the Gaian, shifting the request to the athro's judgement.
"I won't insist on your giving Contrition, but it's a good one to learn anyway," Topsy adds to Sue's assessment. "I'll count on you to find everybody you need to, and let me know when you've been to see them all. If you put as much thought into your words to them that you did into what you told me just now, I think you'll do very well. I'll also give you directions to a couple of places where there are small banes that need seeing to." She studies Reed rather intently, and it's a gaze that some would find unsettlingly frank. "I suggest you don't go alone. Use the opportunity to remind yourself not to place Glory before Honour, and that sometimes Wisdom is worthwhile even in a fight."
Sue nods, watching still, and Reed's offered a small smile of approval. "Good, then," the metis agrees, struggling for the moment until he manages to open his own water bottle one-handed, and he looks at Reed. "I think, if I may," he says, "you should find somewhere quiet. Work on the things Emma-rhya helped you with. And remember, you're not worthless. Mistakes happen. You'll do better next time, and you dealt well with your own actions this time, too."
Reed nods slightly to Topsy's words, angling a glance toward Sue when he speaks up again. There's a second nod that follows, and it appears as if words are once more exhausted. Or he's erring on the safer side of silence. Following the Fury's suggested of quiet time, he looks up at the Gaian, again for approval to take the advice and leave until he's worked through things.
"You're Get, of course you're not worthless," Topsy says as Reed departs, in tones of certainty that could probably make the sky give in and turn polka-dotted if she said it was so. "And I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Gaia watch."
Reed watches Topsy for a moment or two longer, probably second guessing the Gaian's claims. He refrains from arguing and instead heads for the door, taking his stormcloud with him.
Sue takes a breath in and a breath out while the Get leaves, some thoughts hide behind the philodox's relatively calm expression betrayed only by a furrowing of brow. "He's come a long way," Sue eventually states, quietly.
"Impetuous, reckless, but not useless," Topsy murmurs, with a little smile of reminiscence as she watches the younger Ahroun. "One mustn't stereotype, of course, but the road to keeping any young Ahroun alive long enough for them to become experienced Ahroun is one strewn with an abundance of speed-bumps." She turns back to Sue. "Can you name me any Garou that doesn't have a long way to go when he or she first starts out?"
"No," Sue admits, quietly. "'Course not." Water bottle gets put down and Sue glances down at his arm, as if glancing at it will make it regrow faster, then gets up, testing the range of motion with the newly regrown limb. "I keep thinking I should listen better to my own advice, though. Everything I told Reed, I should listen better to. And for all I've learned mistakes still feel… huge. Stupid."
The Athro snorts. "It doesn't change," she states. "The more you learn, the bigger the expectations become. You gain perspective, but mostly for the past."
Sue nods, taking a few careful steps that get him as far as another bench before he sits back down and glances at the athro. "Yeah," he says, acknowledgement and a lot of thought put into it with one simple word. "I mean, I should have known better. Or thought more, or any number of things but hindsight is much better than judgment when a skull pig's staring me in the face, and I'm not a fighter, not really. I was lucky to get out of that one alive… and luckier Jacinta-rhya didn't skin me after."
Topsy snorts again. "My dear boy! Compared to your average human, you're Bruce Lee. Perspective! You smoothed things over with Jacinta-rhya?"
Sue lifts his shoulders. "After a manner and a while and some fumbling about. I've arrangements to meet her— and the cub," and it's potentially clear which one Sue cares more about, and it isn't entirely the Warder, "and make Contrition. She was pretty formidably angry and didn't really listen to a word I had to say after asking to hear it, but."
"A larger moon is never helpful with that sort of thing," Topsy comments. "Chalk it all up to experience and do the best you can. It's all any of us can ever do." She straightens a bit, wincing when an only-partly-healed wound tugs at her. "I should head back to the Caern, or I'll never get these scratches healed up. If you wanted to talk some more you're welcome to come out and find me there."
Sue offers a bit of a grin towards Topsy. "Yeah. When this," he waves his arm about, "finishes healing up myself. Rai said it'll regrow, just that there's a lot to grow. I'll see you around." There's a moment, and then despite the fullness of the moon, the metis gets up and takes a few steps towards Topsy, stopping a little bit away from the Gaian in pause before giving her a quick hug.
Topsy does good hugs. Huge, breath-stopping Child of Gaia hugs, amplified by her current Glabro form and not particularly softened by battering she took on the Hunt. She puts out a helpful hand to steady the Fury when she lets go. "Gaia watch, my dear, Gaia watch."