Erase My Scars {Osiris}

[Osiris Moswen]

He hadn't intended on showing off, really he hadn't. It was very rare that he got the opportunity to talk to somebody that he wasn't related to. His whole life had been about business for a long while now, all about getting Isis out of prison, of making contacts to help bring Darren down. Certainly, a lot of it was simple letters, and he didn't really mind being alone. Everybody that he knew was a werewolf, or a Death Eater. While Amina was far, far younger than he was, it was nice to talk to somebody who wasn't part of that world. Who didn't have any agenda other than to survive the next few days. It was refreshing, being able to focus on the positives of being what he was, not just for her sake, but for his own as well. He had spent most of his adult life 'getting back to the basics' of life, he lived on his own, in a house that he helped build. He lived off of the land and didn't take what didn't belong to him. It was very rare that he was forced to move among the normal witches in wizards in the community, and even then he generally did the jobs that nobody would look twice at so that he could afford to buy the things that he couldn't build or make himself. Which, granted, wasn't much. He liked his life this way, not having to answer to anybody or report to any organization. Once his sister was free, he would be able to return to that life, and the simple existence that he liked. Letting his hand fall to his side he watched her carefully to see if he had overdone it. It hadn't been his intent, but hen he didn't know what might set her off and what wouldn't. She seemed surprised, his hand was healed in a matter of seconds. Her body, would take much longer since she wasn't fully turned and the fact that she was still so young. The only bad thing about healing so quickly was the fact that if anything was in the wound, it would be lodged under his skin and he would have to cut himself all over again. Then again, with rapid healing, came a certain pain tolerance that most people didn't even want to think about. At least he hadn't done something too crazy, like jab the spoon through her hand just so that she could see a little blood wasn't anything to worry about.

The longer that she was awake, it seemed like she was starting to become more of herself. Less obsessed with the pain in her body and the events that had happened to her recently. While, he couldn't honestly say one way or the other since he didn't know her before the accident, but he assumed her small bouts of attitude weren't misplaced. She was clutching the sheets to her body again, but there really was no need. She was only harming herself by hindering the healing process. “That's going to stick to your new skin” he commented matter of factly, which would just delay the already slow healing process. He had almost forgotten just how slowly a normal person healed. He never had that problem, being born a werewolf, he had healed three times as quickly as anybody else he had ever met, and that was well before his first transition. It was almost reassuring to know that all of the information that she got about being a werewolf she was going to have to figure out on her own, or she was going to have to get her information from him. It was easier to teach, than to have to correct misinformation that she might have been given from the school in her years there. A lot of people had a lot of misconceptions about wolves. That they were all just vicious, blood thirsty animals that couldn't contain themselves unless they were in human form. While that was true of some of them, mostly the newborns, they chose not to contain themselves. It was in fact, very easy with some time and a lot of patience. Osiris hadn't gotten to be such a calm person without a lot of time alone to commune with nature, and he was better for it. Since she had said something about being a runner, there was a good chance that she would end up being the same way. If schools taught every detail about being a werewolf, and not just the bare minimum, scary information, a lot more people would be out attempting to get themselves bitten. He preferred to leave the groupies to the vampires. They weren't good for anything anyway.

He hadn't answered her comment about the fever, what she was feeling at this very moment was because of the fever, of her blood transforming over into something more, her very DNA altering it's structure. She didn't know it yet, but she was likely in the high 108-112 degree range, and would settle at a toasty one hundred and four whenever she was fully transitioned. She wouldn't feel it most of the time, it would sooner or later become normal to her, but she would always seem like she had just run a marathon to anybody who touched her. She would find out in time. “So, what, you…we heal quickly? I guess that would fall in line with what you said about it being a painful transformation. Guessing that’s some sort of defense mechanism against ourselves?” He shook his head, it was the first thing that she had gotten wrong so far. “Not yet we don't. Just me, otherwise you would have walked out of here days ago” he nodded in the direction of her shoulder, which was obviously still paining her more than she was attempting to let on. The defense mechanism was right on though, if he had answered that part, he would have to describe the fact that every bone in her body would be breaking many, many times over the next few years. If she wasn't able to heal, any one transition would kill her, or any of them. He let her go about fixing her hair, or whatever she was doing as he stirred the eggs around and spooned some portions out onto each of the plates at the table. And placed the skillet on the counter to cool before he put it away again. Moving over to the bed, which was in sore need of clean sheets, he pulled the corners of the sheet loose, she really needed to leave her shoulder bare, and nothing that he owned would allow her to wear something, and accomplish that. She might be able to mend her undergarments magically whenever she could walk on her own, they were still outside in a pile. Sadly, he hadn't taken into account that possibility whenever he had been getting her clean.

Reaching across her he grabbed the glass in one hand, and offered his other to her. She needed to make it to the table to eat and he could change the sheets, then she was welcome to pass out again if she liked. “Pregnancy isn’t a side effect of this whole thing, is it? Cause I swear there is something growing in there,” Grinning he shook his head “not that I'm aware of” he considered her comment “Then again, that's not really something that can happen to me” as she took hold of his hand with her good one, he attempted to do as much of the lifting as she would allow him to do. “Food first, then perhaps a bath if you're up to it”

[Amina Krane]

“Not yet we don't. Just me, otherwise you would have walked out of here days ago.” Amina frowned at his words, her fingers moving to her stomach where she hovered gently over the scratches that were healing still. He had been right that she would have torn off the new skin had she put the blanket any closer to her skin. She could feel that now that her finger hovered over it. The herbs he had used to speed up the healing process in combination with the sweat radiating from her so called fever, had caused it to be sticky. She could tell without even touching it. Luckily, she hadn’t put it too close so, if anything, she had only removed some of the sweat instead of the new layer of skin. Thinking about adding on more healing days did not sound fantastic. Fortunately, if what he said was right, she would be like him soon. Her skin would heal quickly and never again would she have to deal with scars. “Too bad it didn’t go any faster. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being rid of me,” she replied, smiling softly as she looked out the window into the sunshine. She couldn’t imagine what her friends were thinking at this point. How would she explain her disappearance to them? How would she explain it to her professors? She was sure it wouldn’t be long before she would have to tell someone, especially since in a months’ time she would have to leave the castle for her first… transformation. Again, she would have to disappear and explain to people where she had gone. People would start to get suspicious, if not after the first month, by the time three cycles or four had passed. It would be impossible to hide it.

Sighing, she watched as he pilled some of the eggs onto two separate plates and moved them over to the table. Amina quirked an eyebrow. Was he really expecting her to move over there to eat? She had just expected him to give it to her in bed. After all, he was the one indicating that she wasn’t completely healed yet. The fact that he didn’t want her moving the blanket close to her shoulder meant that he had no intention of allowing her to wear a shirt which meant she still wasn’t 100%. He must have felt she was okay enough to walk, even if a shirt wasn’t an option. Before she had a chance to ask, he was at her side, moving he corners of the sheets covering the bed. He picked up the glass that was already half empty, and offered his hand out to her. “Not that I'm aware of. Then again, that's not really something that can happen to me.” Focusing on his words, she forced a chuckle as she imagined a pregnant male werewolf. Yeah, that didn’t seem reasonable. Taking his hand, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, taking a second to survey the damage. Her bottom half was fine. Her ankles a little swollen at most, but that was normal after gymnastics practice. She could walk no problem. The move most certainly wouldn’t be as daunting as she had imagined. In fact, the sheets were in far worse shape than she was. The sheets were blood stained, as well as drenched in sweat. They were downright disgusting. Of course, she hadn’t cared as she was lying here passed out, but now that she saw it, she could see why he was messing with the sheets and getting her to move.

Biting on her bottom lip, she lifted herself from the bed with some of his assistance but once she was to her feet, she could tell it would be no problem to walk. Sure, she felt a little light headed, but what was that compared to the pain in her shoulder she had felt days ago? Despite her feeling up to it, she allowed his help, though. For how long she would do such things, she wasn’t sure. Help wasn’t common in her world, but the last thing she wanted to do was make anything worse on her first walk in days, no matter how short. “Food first, then perhaps a bath if you're up to it.” Amina looked over at him with a look of bewilderment, and then a small smile. “A bath sounds amazing,” she replied, looking down at her skin that was clean, yet dirty at the same time. She felt gross. And it wasn’t only the wounds. It was even parts of her that were unscathed. She may have gotten used to sweating while she ran, but usually a shower followed when she got back home. She was sure she hadn’t been clean in days. As they moved to the table, she only used his assistance to make sure she didn’t just fall into the seat. It was cold on her bare bottom, but her discomfort in the situation was quickly abolished as the smell of the food ensnared her senses. Her good hand quickly left his and went for the food. She began shoveling it in her mouth and after two mouthfuls, her mother’s voice began to echo in her head. No doubt she had forgotten her wisdom. Suddenly she stopped, slowed down her chewing and attempted to swallow what she had in her mouth, taking a drink from her cup that he had set down to help her do so. How un-lady like for her to eat so quickly.

“You must be really comfortable around naked people,” she added, using her thumb to wipe the corners of her mouth in case any food remained there. She only made comment because she was entirely sure he was going to have to help with a bath. She couldn’t move the upper half of her left arm, so washing her right side was going to be more than difficult. Then again, some guys out there would probably revel in the thought of having to help her wash up. She knew one that would have jumped on the opportunity months before. Taking another, smaller bite of the eggs, she finally had a chance to taste them. They weren’t like the eggs at the school, but that wasn’t a bad thing. They tasted natural, not like they had been made in bulk for thousands of students, but instead with the care that came in knowing exactly who you were cooking for. They tasted like home. “I have to say, though, I’m not sure how much longer I can go without clothes. I can deal, but I definitely think they may be in store after I’m clean.” The thought of having something on her afterwards sounded wonderful, despite her raging temperature. The only problem was she knew she wouldn’t be able to put anything on her shoulder. Would she be able to find a way around that? If she was healed, it wouldn’t be a problem, but that wasn’t the case. Unless.

Pursing her lips, she put her hand on the edge of the table and slowly got up. She became slightly dizzy as she stood up and grasped the table to make sure she didn’t fall as she waited for it to pass. It probably wasn’t a good idea to move but she knew the only reason for her dizziness was because her body didn’t like the exertion, but it would get over it. Blinking it away, she started moving in the direction of the bed. Her fingers wrapping around the hilt of her wand when she arrived at the bedside table. She probably should be finishing her food instead of moving around and only making herself want to pass out again, but she needed to slow down eating or she was going to get sick. She could already feel her stomach getting upset with her eating so quickly. And if she could manage to heal some of these scratches, even if only slightly, it might help him get his home and his bed back quicker. “Oh how I missed this thing,” she sighed longingly as she slowly made her way back to the table and used the edge to ease herself into the seat. Her wand had been her friend for so long. It helped her out of so many ordeals and would help her once again. Rubbing the wood between her fingers as she normally did when she couldn’t remember a spell, Amina tried to remember the few healing spells she had been taught.

“My mother’s a healer, so I may be able to get out of your hair a little sooner, or at least make a bath a little less daunting,” she added, about to shrug when she thought better of it. “Plus, wherever my clothes are, I can mend some of the damage that werewolf did and make them wearable again since I’m quite sure anything you have will not even come close to fitting me.” Of course, that was given her clothes were still in one piece. She had no idea what she had looked like when he had taken them off. Hell, had he even had to take them off? For all she knew, they were gone before he had even saved her. Finally the spell to heal small to medium scratches came to mind so she pointed the tip of her wand towards the largest of the scratches across her stomach. It was far too large for the spell she knew, but it would at least be able to mend some of it. A small, clear jet of light seeped out of the wand and over the scratch, enveloping it. As it did so, you could physically see the scratch shrinking, the skin around it repelling any dirt that was in the way. When she moved her wand away, the scratch was still there, but instead of looking days old, it now looked like she had it for two weeks, though it came at a price. She could feel herself getting tired with the energy she had expended. Without another thought, she mended the other three. The end result was a nearly healed stomach, and a tuckered Amina. She didn’t let onto it, just like normal. Instead, she placed her wand calmly down on the table and took another bite of food. “Well, it’s something,” she mused once she swallowed the food. It would at least make it possible for her to fashion some sort of tube top out of her clothes once she was pointed in their direction.

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[Osiris Moswen]

There was so much that this young girl was going to have to learn, that she was going to have to come to understand before she could ever really be at peace with her new lot in life. Most things would come naturally to her, but the precautions, the fact that she was now going to really have to control her temper was something that most people would have a very hard time doing. It had taken Osiris years to master such a thing. She didn't seem to be phased by too much, he had been expecting far more extreme reactions to just about everything that he had done or told her so far, and she had yet to show any extremes that might put her at risk. As bad as it might be to consider, but as far as he could tell, she seemed to be one of the better candidates to become a werewolf. She seemed like she could handle it, in time, he was optimistic. She seemed to be in a hurry to get out of here, which wasn't surprising really. It was to be expected that she was going to want to return to her normal life, and attempt to forget that this whole nasty mess had ever happened. The sooner she got past that urge, the better. Whenever she accepted his hand, he was reminded just how small she really was. He watched her attempt to rise to her feet, somewhat shaky, but it was easy enough to hold her steady. A half a smile inched across his face, would she react like most teenaged females whenever the muscle packed on? He could remember whenever Isis had been ramping up to her first shift. She had gained a good twenty six pounds in a month. She had always been a very slender woman, with curves but she had that, skinny look to her. Within the month, she had transformed into a far more toned, muscular version of herself. It wasn't something that she could stop, it was just another side effect. For Osiris, it had been a very welcome change. The muscle looked good on him, helped him to gain status...but for his younger sister. Well, she had nearly knocked her side of their small house down with the rage she got every morning whenever she stepped on the scale. She hadn't changed sizes, as far as clothing went, it just made her wardrobe even tighter on her, but, she got over it whenever she noticed the attention that some of her older male friends gave her. Much to Osiris' dismay.

If Amina was anything like his sister, she would be a ball of hormones soon. She would become very solid over the next few months, it might take her longer since she was just starting out, but he would have to brace himself for whenever the ranting would eventually begin. He could tell now, that since she hadn't attempted to make a break for it whenever she got her wand back, there was a high probability that she would return to his cabin more than once over the next few months. “A bath sounds amazing,” Ambitious, but good for her. Slowly, they made their way to the table and he helped her into the chair across from his own. It was far too large for her, but it was meant to hold somebody his size, his weight. Reaching back to the counter, he lifted two metal forks from a cup next to the sink since he had forgotten them and handed one to her, before digging into the eggs himself. “You must be really comfortable around naked people,” “hum?” he inquired, her words not really registering for a moment as his eyes lifted from the plate in front of him, to the girl across from him. Swallowing hard he shrugged. “You can't really take cloths with you whenever you shift” It was a simple fact, and he had just gotten so used to it since he hardly ever wore clothing himself unless the terrain called for it or he was going out into public. They were a nuisance with his elevated body temperature anyway. “I have to say, though, I’m not sure how much longer I can go without clothes. I can deal, but I definitely think they may be in store after I’m clean.” He shrugged, it was her body that she was going to be compromising, not his. He couldn't control her, and he didn't want to even if he could. She wasn't a prisoner. “You'll change your mind” He was sure that once she figured out how warm she really was, that she would be back in practically nothing for as long as she could manage it.

The eggs on his plate were gone in a matter of minutes. He was a large man after all, and he tended to eat like one. Not perfect, but he was getting closer to nailing the blend of spices that his mother would have used. Even at his age, he was still learning to cook, and his mother wasn't offering up any tips either. Though, that might have just been because he traveled back home so infrequently over the past few years. It was strange, how being in the company of somebody so much younger than him was making him think about his family as much as it was. Snapping out of his memory haze, he noticed that Amina had left the table, and headed back over to the bed all on her own. He watched as she sat back down, unsure of what she was doing until she started to heal herself. That would certainly come in handy, it really was a good thing that he had found her wand after all. “My mother’s a healer, so I may be able to get out of your hair a little sooner, or at least make a bath a little less daunting,” Personally, he had always been adverse to magical healing. It was easy to take such things for granted whenever he personally never needed to utilize them. He could imagine that it would come in handy for situations like this, but he wasn't a fan either way. “Plus, wherever my clothes are, I can mend some of the damage that werewolf did and make them wearable again since I’m quite sure anything you have will not even come close to fitting me.” He smiled again, that wasn't going to be as easy as she made it seem. “They are in a pile on the porch, though, I'm not really sure they are all salvageable. I had to remove them to clean you up, but you are welcome to look once you're finished” she really did need to get some more sustenance in her system, the eggs should have been solid enough, yet bland so as not to make her even more sick. Her heaving away would only rip open her stomach wounds again. “Well, it’s something, As pointless as Osiris saw her actions, they seemed to make her feel better about herself, which was something he supposed that she needed to do. They might help make her easier to get down to the creek anyway. Since he needed to wash the sheets, and the water in the small wash tub out back wasn't going to be enough to get her clean, they were going to have to relocate. The fresh air might do her good.

[Amina Krane]

Sighing, Amina took another bite of food, and then another. Her stomach was starting to feel hungry rather than starving. She took it, and the fact that she hadn’t felt a need to puke yet, that she was okay to take bigger bites. Honestly, if her mother hadn’t echoed in her head that she needed to take her time eating, she would have probably eaten both the plate and the fork along with the eggs. ”You can't really take cloths with you whenever you shift.” Amina cringed at the word shift, taking another bite of eggs to hide her discomfort with it. She realized that he probably was expecting her to break down at any moment, given what had just happened to her but, if that was the case, he was going to be waiting for quite some time, even though his words didn’t put her at ease. She just couldn’t fathom how breaking down and crying, or going into a fit would help her any at this point. It was better just to keep her head and try to soak in all the information she could so she wouldn’t have to be so uninformed later. From the sound of it, she was going to have to get used to being naked. How was she going to cope with that? Though she had no need to be modest, she was. She couldn’t imagine how awkward it was going to be not to have clothes on all the time like usual. Just hopefully she could figure some way around that. All she really knew at this point was she wanted clothes and she hoped he would help with that. ”You’ll change your mind.” Amina looked up at him and chuckled. “Oh really?” she asked playfully as she took another large bite of eggs, adding to the huge crater that she had created in the center of the pile. Her mother had always told her she ate like a cat. She dove into the middle and worked her way outwards. Never had she noticed she was right until now. She wondered if she would now start to eat more like a dog.

”They are in a pile on the porch, though, I’m not really sure they are all salvageable. I had to remove them to clean you up, but you are welcome to look once you are finished.” Amina looked up at him from her crater of eggs, a small amount of disbelief in her eyes. “Pile? On the porch?” she muttered, almost groaning. “Man, I liked that shirt,” she added, sad for the loss of her clothing. It wasn’t as if she had a never ending supply anymore. Before, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but now she was so limited on how much she could buy. That put her one outfit down. Luckily she hadn’t changed sizes for years so she had old outfits, but most were out of style by now. Deciding she would rather check out the mess than continue to sit there, wishing she could bring them back to life, she downed the rest of the eggs in three bites. Despite there being a large pile there to begin with, and her eating every last bit, she still somehow felt hungry. Amina had always been commended by some on how much she could pack away without gaining a single pound but that had always been because of the training she did. When it was her off season, like now, she tended to slow down. Now she felt like she could eat as much as she did when she was at her most intense training schedule. Deciding to attribute it to her not eating in the last four days, Amina put down the fork and pushed her plate away from her. She grabbed the glass next to her and downed the rest of its contents before placing it next to the plate. Her wand was still sitting there, waiting for her to use it again, but she wondered if that was a good idea. Magic never took much out of her, but she had never been this damaged before. Her hope was this weakness was a one-time thing. She couldn’t imagine being subject to not using her wand every time.

Heaving another sigh, she looked over at Osiris who had already cleaned off the table by the time she looked up and was now at the bedside, tearing off all of the sheets. As she looked at the state they were in as he pulled them off, Amina felt a pang of guilt. She knew she had already apologized and he had already disregarded it each time, but she couldn’t help but want to do it again. He had no responsibility helping her in the forest and making her problem is burden, but he had. “I owe you for all of this, you know,” she commented, looking down at the floor for a moment before looking back at him. She hated owing people, so she always repaid her debt. Hopefully he would take her offer at some point so she wouldn’t always have an obligation on her hands. “If there’s anything I can do, let me know. At least, you know, when I can actually do something without passing out,” she added with a chuckle, her eyes going from him down to her body. Her arms were still a wreck but at least her stomach was in better condition. Her fingers lightly touched the skin there that had previously been a bright red and was now a soft pink. It was better than nothing in her eyes, but she was sure to anyone else, it looked like a pathetic excuse at making herself feel better, and they wouldn’t be wrong. With her shoulder and arm still messed up, along with who knew what on her back or any other part of her that she couldn’t directly see, her stomach was definitely the least of her worries. But, in the end, it was all about bringing her spirits up. She wasn’t one to give up without a fight and that had been the first step in her fight. “Since it doesn’t seem like you have running water in this place, I’m guessing we’re about to head out?” she questioned while looking back up at him and the pile of sheets. Realizing for a moment, she didn’t actually know where she was, she bit the inside of her lip. “If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly are we? Are we still on school grounds? I don’t ever recall them saying someone lives out in the forest.”

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[Osiris Moswen]

Though she seemed disappointed, at the mention of clothing the girl sitting across from him seemed to get new life. She ate faster, moved more quickly, and seemed even less aware of the pain in her shoulder that the jostling from eating had to be causing. Either she was easily distracted, or she was really just that uncomfortable with being nude. Either way, he didn't stop her whenever she finished her food and started to move again. Taking it upon himself to clear the table, he stacked the dishes carefully and placed them into the pump sink, leaving the water glasses behind in case she came back for them. She was satiated for now perhaps, but the appetite was always the first to arrive, if her fever was truly breaking, she would be eating five large meals a day instead of whatever eating patter she had had before. At least, she would separate the meals out like that if she didn't want people to question her new found gluttony. People were strange with females about what they ate. If she ever came across a werewolf male closer to her age, and he knew that she would, they were likely to be impressed with out she had to eat. It was a whole new culture that she was stepping into. Leaving her to her thoughts, he moved from the sink to the bed and started to pull off the sheets. Might as well take care of two birds, one stone. They were going down to the lake anyway, might as well get his linens all clean.

“I owe you for all of this, you know,” It wasn't the first time, but she didn't need to know that. She would find out soon enough. It would be unavoidable, she would be able to smell wolves sooner or later. Eventually, he hoped that by helping her out through this early stages, she would know how to conduct herself in the future. Merlin forbid it happen to somebody and she has the chance to help them. If he hadn't of been here, she either would have died in the woods, been picked over by scavengers, or woken up there days later, not having any idea what had happened to her at all. Helping her was just the right thing to do. He loved his privacy, and he could only help that in return, she would keep his location and very existence, a secret. “If there’s anything I can do, let me know. At least, you know, when I can actually do something without passing out,” He nodded, granting her only a short amount of eye contact as an answer. In due time, he would tell her exactly how she could repay him. Now was not the time, not until she had finished asking her questions and healing, not until she understood that what she was now, was a blessing. It had happened to her a horrible way, but he needed her to understand that it wasn't a curse. Then, they could talk about her leaving and going back to her life. He was fairly certain that while the school was likely aware of the fact that she was missing, they hadn't sent out a search party or alerted her parents, he would have heard it on his morning runs around the forest. They were no doubt just chocking it up to stress, or poor head count in classes. Perhaps they were all just thinking that she was sick and hadn't bothered to double check their hunches. It was a very large school after all. Who knew what they filled their day out with. Whenever it had happened last time, it took almost a month for anybody other than the boy's friends to come looking for him.

“Since it doesn’t seem like you have running water in this place, I’m guessing we’re about to head out?” Placing a few other blankets and clothing items of his own within the sheets from the bed, he grabbed the four corners and slung the whole lot over his shoulder easily. Motioning to the small basket on the table for her to grab it as he headed toward the door. She had the right idea. The basket on the table contained a small scrub pad and various soaps used for cleaning just about anything one was likely to encounter. “See how far you can make it on your own, I'll carry you the rest of the way.” Pausing only once more to grab a bundle of the herbs that were packed into her wounds, he added them to the basket for her to hold. She would need fresh dressing once she was clean anyway. “If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly are we? Are we still on school grounds? I don’t ever recall them saying someone lives out in the forest.” Without realizing it, a stern expression crossed his otherwise kind face. “I don't” he stated a little too harshly, but his home was his most prized possession. His tone was a warning, but he hadn't meant for it to come across as so. “Which is why I can't tell you exactly where we are, not yet. But it is in the forest, technically.” Closing the door behind him, he attempted to soften his tone, she just so happened to lead with the most difficult question to answer. He nodded at her pile of clothing. “If there's anything you want to attempt to save, might as well bring it with us”

[Amina Krane]

Amina’s eyes observed Osiris as he finished packing up the sheets, along with some other fabric items, and tossed them into the pile as well. When he picked up the pile in a sling type motion and gestured towards the basket in front of her, she nodded. It took her a moment to stand up and when she was up, she used the back of the chair to make sure she didn’t collapse back down. “See how far you can make it on your own, I'll carry you the rest of the way.” Looking back up at him, she nodded again and let her hand drop from the chair almost instantly. She had no intention of letting that happen, but she was sure that if her body said she was done, there was going to be so little she could do about it. It was embarrassing having to have someone help her do even the simplest things like walk. Before this, she could have run a marathon without any preparation, taken part in a triathlon without concern. She was supposed to participate in the Olympics this last summer. And now she was here, broken and damaged, unable to make a trip outside without Osiris being concerned that she was going to need help. Shaking her head, she moved over to the side of the table and grabbed the small basket with her right hand, happy it wasn’t too heavy. At least it meant her bad arm could stay at her side for now, until her right one got too tired to hold the basket on her own. It would be far less irritating if she could keep it immobile. As she began to follow him, she paused as he added something to the basket she was holding and couldn’t help but chuckle. So much for that idea.

Bringing her left arm up at the elbow for the first time since she had managed to cause herself to pass out, she bit her lip to hide the discomfort. It wasn’t bad, could have been much worse, but it wasn’t pleasant. Sort of like the feeling you got when there was a splinter stuck underneath your fingernail. It hurt, but it wasn’t paralyzing and as long as you didn’t mess with it, the pain would all but disappear. As she began to follow him, she suddenly stopped as she saw his face change. She didn’t need enhanced eyesight to see she had said something wrong. “I don't.” Nodding slowly, she gripped the basket a little more firmly. She had only asked where he lived, if on the grounds or not, and she couldn’t imagine how that was wrong, but then again, she knew so little about the man that had saved her. They knew so little about each other. It was a reminder that she knew nothing about this man and who he actually was. That also meant that she had no idea if he was doing all of this for the right reasons. Was he truly trying to save her? Or was there an underlying reason why he was helping her? Biting her lip, she decided not to bring up the topic. She had already irritated him, and she had no intention of making it worse. So instead, she would just wait to see if her initial assessment of him was correct, or if she had been giving this man far too much credit. “Which is why I can't tell you exactly where we are, not yet. But it is in the forest, technically.” Nodding again, she exited the cabin without another word and noticed the pile of clothing he had gestured to. Chuckling, she set took the steps down to the ground where the pile of cloth sat. Poking at it with her toe, she decided her shirt was most certainly worse for wear.

“If there's anything you want to attempt to save, might as well bring it with us.”Gripping the basket a little harder, she slowly lowered herself to her knees and set the basket on the ground next to her. She tossed the tank top aside without a second thought and moved onto her jeans. She grabbed the pair, taking care of how she moved her arms in the process, but laid them out to survey the damage. There were some scratches on the legs, but there was a chunk of the fabric missing, and the seams had mostly been split. It looked as if they had actually been ripped from her body. Looking up at Osiris, she had a nagging feeling he had done the most damage to them, but she didn’t bother asking. He saved her, that’s what mattered. Setting them aside, she made a mental note to grab them before going back to her dorm. If she could fix the seams, she could cut down the legs and stitch up the edging. They would make a great pair of shorts, or even a skirt if she wanted to do that much work on them. Her hand then moved to her bra and underwear, the only two things left in the pile. The straps of her bra were obviously torn, but she was sure that had plenty to do with the fact that the werewolf had attached itself there. The only other damage was to the clasp in the back from it being pulled off. That was easily fixed. The only unfortunate part was it had been part of an expensive set, lace covered bra and matching bikini bottoms that she had bought this summer. Fortunate thing? Since her sex life had dramatically ended, at least she didn’t need to look sexy naked anymore. Sighing, she placed it into the basket next to her and picked up the bottoms. They had small tears from where she was sure they had been pulled off, but they were easily fixed with the lace fabric. She was sure she could mend them enough to where it wouldn’t even be noticeable. Once she got back to the cabin, she could mend them with magic and at least that gave her some things to wear. It honestly was enough given as a gymnast, the only difference between wearing her leotard and her underwear, was her stomach was visible. That was easily acceptable. Tossing the small pair of black lace underwear into the pile, she continued on.

The only things left in the pile were her tennis shoes and socks, both of which only needed mended. She would grab those at a later point in time. But she felt like she was missing something. She hadn’t had a bag with her, and her wand was inside. What else was there? Her eyebrows pulled together as she wondered what else had been on her. Unable to think of it, she grabbed the basket and slowly lifted herself to her feet, nearly stumbling as she got up but recovered quickly and looked over at Osiris. “Ready to go,” she said, letting out a sigh as she began following him through the forest. Her bare feet against the forest floor brought back memories that she was pushing back as they tried to come in. Instead, she tried to focus on for one, not tripping and falling, and for two, what she had forgotten. Pursing her lips, she looked down at herself and the moment she saw her bare wrist, small red marks on her skin, she realized what it was. Stopping in her tracks she looked from her wrist to Osiris. “Where’s my bracelet?” she asked, her heart racing suddenly. Her grandmother’s bracelet was the last thing she had from her, and the only thing she had gotten when the woman died. It was one of the most valuable possessions she had, not even taking into consideration the monetary value. Her eyes widened as she looked back to the marks on her wrist. They were burns in the exact pattern of her grandmother’s bracelet. Suddenly her eyes narrowed as she felt a wave of sorrow sweep over her. “Right, silver,” she muttered, her feet moving again. It had been the reason the werewolf had let go of her in the first place, the only reason it hadn’t torn her to shreds before Osiris had come to her aid. It was pure silver and according to all werewolf legends, silver and wolves did not mix. She assumed that at some point during the time she was out, it had started to affect her and most likely he had taken it off. All she hoped was he hadn’t gotten rid of it.

As she walked, trying to avoid any knots or roots she may trip over, Amina tried to focus on something else. It wasn’t that hard as she could feel herself slowing down, her energy draining. Rather than focus on how weak she was feeling, she turned it to the sounds around her that seemed to be getting louder. It seemed impossible to avoid listening to them but even so, she found other things could easily pull her focus from the insanely noisy background. How long would that last? Would it become so bad that there was no way she could avoid hearing everything around her? How far would she be able to hear? Right now she could hear creatures scurrying through the leaves and branches above, birds wings flapping overhead, and somewhere off in the distance, there was the sound of a stream. Or maybe bigger. A river? She couldn’t be certain of what exactly, but she was pretty positive that was the direction they were headed. It seemed like the only likely option for a body of water to provide for a bath or cleaning linens. The thought of being drenched in water, especially cold water, sounded wonderful right about now. Enough to cause a small smile as she stepped over another root. A few more steps though, and she couldn’t ignore how exhausted she was feeling. It was a lot of walking for someone who didn’t have much energy to expend. After taking a few more steps, she felt herself about to collapse and quickly found herself reaching out for a tree with her right hand, pressing the basket to her stomach with the left to keep herself from dropping it. Her hand grasped the tree and she wanted more than anything to lean against it, but having no idea how bad her back was, she decided that wouldn’t be good. Instead she took in a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to slow you down. I’ll be fine in a bit, I promise.”

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[Osiris Moswen]

Osiris was already regretting snapping at Amina like that. It wasn't like him, it had always just been such a touchy subject for him. More so now that his sister had been imprisoned. He had been forced to stop doing a lot of the things that he loved. He was more than happy to do it, but it had been a sacrifice. He had needed to devote all of his spare time to following leads for getting her out of prison, he had even forced his family to take an extended sight seeing vacation. Something that Isis was unlikely to be fond of, given the fact he had needed to use her bank account in order to do it. His family had always been very modest whenever it came to income, and he certainly didn't have two sickles to rub together. Since he was forced to remain in his isolated location, he couldn't just dip into Alzubra Alley whenever he needed to make some extra coin, yet another reason why it had become so very important for him to figure out how to make the tea properly, and since it had been almost a year since Isis had been locked up, he almost had it. He knew that he should be doing more, and frequently felt guilty about it, but as much as he hated to admit it, he was having trouble getting the task accomplished by himself. He had always been a highly independent man, and he was strongly connected with his family, yet could only hope that the chips would fall into place soon. Until then, it seemed that the only thing that he could really do was assist this young one in her beginning stages. At least it could keep him busy, and not allow him to dwell on his other problems. He was healthy, and he had just saved a life, that needed to be enough for this week.

She certainly seemed to be the suffer in silence type. If the basket was too heavy for her, again, she made no note of it. It seemed to be a pattern with her, perhaps it was something that he needed to log as just part of her personality. Since they had hardly just met, it was going to take awhile to get to know her. The last infant that he had taken in for a little while to get used to one another. Osiris had always just assumed that the issues he and Marcus had had at the beginning of their friendship, had been mostly testosterone based. Of course, Osiris had been a much younger man back in those days, and while he had no real issue with his territory, or competing for it, it was always hectic to force two male wolves to cohabit within close quarters. At least then, he had only needed to divert any of his attention over to the lad, and it wasn't like he had any other pressing tasks to deal with, unlike today. He still had at least another week before the pack that he was working with would be even close to being back in town, and Amina, if she carried on like this, should be back in classes well before that time. So it wasn't like they were really in any danger of being discovered for a good little while. Then, there was the added bonus of having his normal routine back, Amina would no doubt be more than pleased at returning to her normal life. Slowly, his eyes focused again, he had been distracted by his train of thought. Amina was almost finished sorting through the clothing that had been sitting on his porch for days now. He could smell how ripe it was starting to get, perhaps this trip down to the lake was just in time. His eyes moved silently to the small basket in her hand, after today, it was going to be time to make another batch of soap. Perhaps she would need to rest after the bath and he could duck out to get some more supplies.

“Ready to go,” his golden eyes snapped upward to Amina's face where she crouched, somewhat awkwardly and the basket dangling off of her arm. Opening the make shift sack on his back just long enough for her to add her clothing to the bundle he slung it back over his shoulder once more, before making sure that she could get to her feet by herself and then turned to lead her out of the small clearing that surrounded his house and into the woods. Soon enough, this path would be routine for her .Sooner or later, her feet would get stronger and she would be able to just feel her way around the forest without needing to use her eyes. It would be awhile, but he knew that sooner or later it would happen. She just needed the time to adapt, no doubt by the time they returned today, her feet were going to be a bloody, swollen mess. Luckily, she was going to have healing on her side far sooner than he had expected. Some people just took to the lupine blood, it seemed that she was one of them. “Where’s my bracelet?” His eyes narrowed, as he glanced over at her, they had hardly made it anywhere at all. He seemed to remember a bracelet, but it hadn't seemed important to him, so he wasn't sure exactly what she was referring to for a long moment. Then it clicked. Of course, the flashes of silver that had saved her life. It was wrapped in a towel back in the cabin, even with all of his years of experience, he still didn't much care for the burn that silver brought about if he could help it. He hoped it wasn't anything important, that it was just a trinket and she wouldn't miss it too badly. He should have known that accessories were going to be a priority to a teenaged girl. “Right, silver,” At least her professors had granted her that much, if nothing else in correct knowledge of wolves. She didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he pressed forward whenever she did, trekking through the brush and turning just past a rather large gnarled oak tree.

They had hardly made it a hundred feet from the Cabin whenever she started to slow down, which was at least fifty feet further than he had been expecting her to last. It was a cruel assumption, but he wanted to err on the side of caution. The idea of bathing a young girl didn't exactly appeal to him, she could have easily been his daughter. Yet, even at the slower pace, she continued, pausing the catch her breath every five steps or so, but she really was doing well. Was it because she didn't want to appear weak to him? She shouldn't have worried if that was really the case, since she couldn't be much older than sixteen, it was a very traumatic thing that she had been through. Finally, the small lake seemed to be growing closer, and the sound of running water seemed to motivate her, he didn't blame her as he would want to not be covered in such filth for very long himself. Unlike the common house dog, he had never taken any pleasure in being intentionally dirty. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to slow you down. I’ll be fine in a bit, I promise.” He nodded once. “Take your time, there's no rush here.” he attempted a reassuring smile, and placed an arm around her waist, helping take some of the burden off of her feet, though it might have caused her undue pain in her shoulder from the jostling. “It's just up ahead. You can take your time once we get there.” He had always been one to push himself just a little bit further than he should. He found that it was the best way to learn.

[Amina Krane]

More than anything she wanted to keep walking, to not have to stop to catch her breath or to allow her joints a chance to recover. Most certainly she didn’t want to have to stop because of pain, but she couldn’t help it. Her feet were sore, her ankles were throbbing, and she was sure a big part of it was her aggravating her injuries from a few days ago. The last she had seen of her legs before she had passed out was the swollen ankles and bruises on her legs. Of course, parts of her legs were still black and blue from where she had hit the ground pretty hard, and she was sure it would be like that for another few days, but the bruises were fading. It didn’t mean they didn’t hurt whenever a branch happened to run right past it. Her eyes looked at Osiris apologetically. She felt bad for slowing him down. No doubt given his height, he was used to walking at a much faster pace. Hell, she was used to the same. It was so strange to be entirely limited on how much she could move. It disgusted her that she couldn’t push herself past it. “Take your time, there's no rush here.” His reassuring smile, though comforting, didn’t make her feel much better. He was just like her, from what she had seen. He was far too nice for his own good. How many times had she been told that in her lifetime? As he slipped his arm around her waist to help hold her up, she returned his smile as much as possible despite her lack of energy and the discomfort in her shoulder.

As he helped take the burden of her own body weight off of her feet, she could feel a twinge of pain in her shoulder that grew with each move. It caused her to bite her lip as she winced, unable to hold it back like she wished she could have. Yet another sign of weakness. “It's just up ahead. You can take your time once we get there.” Nodding, she let her hand drop from the tree and used it to hold the basket instead. With him helping her with some of the weight, it wasn’t so hard on her ankles and her feet. It also helped the small scrapes not burn so much since they didn’t press as deep into the ground. She was actually pretty amazed at the lack of pressure he was putting on her, yet how much of her weight he seemed to be holding up. “You seem really strong,” she mentioned, her eyes trained on the ground as they walked to make sure she didn’t trip or do anything stupid. Though she didn’t doubt he could hold her up the entire time, it would be her luck that she would make a mistake like that. “Does that come with the werewolf thing as well?” she asked, her eyes turning up to him for a moment before going back to the ground. She gritted her teeth as another branch hit one of the tender spot on her legs, but she ignored it. Ignoring pain had become a thing for her in the last few months. It didn’t help that the biggest pain in her was the one that was the hardest to fix. Even to this day, she would prefer anything over a broken heart. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about that unfortunate mishap.

When her eyes turned up from the ground again, she could finally see the water she had sensed before. A smile crept across her face and despite the fact that she was beginning to feel faint, she didn’t stop. It was bad enough she had to stop when she didn’t have his help but now that he was helping her out, she had no excuse. So she pushed on, gripping the basket tightly as they got closer to the body of water. “Own private lake?” she joked, a smile overtaking the concentration on her face for a moment. Suddenly, the only thing she could think of was the sound of running water. It sounded like she was standing in a shower, the water pounding around her on the tile. If only the water was actually hitting her face, running down her body and washing away the dirt and grime from the last few days. She longed for that feeling. “So, I know it’s probably stupid to ask since I don’t think you’re a doctor and you probably don’t do this all the time,” she began as she tried to pull her focus off how bad she wanted to just sit down where they were. Though the pain wasn’t terrible, it was the lack of energy that was getting to her. Her entire body felt like shutting down on her again. She had already passed out enough, yet it apparently wanted to just keep doing it. Did her mind just love being blacked out? “But how much longer do you think it will be until I’m okay to go… you know, back?” she asked as they finally reached the side of the lake. The moment they were there, she let out a sigh of relief and her legs gave out on her.

Though it took her by surprise, Osiris seemed to have expected it, or at least had really quick reflexes because his hold on her tightened and instead of crashing to the ground, he was able to hold her up. “I’m sorry,” she sputtered, her body’s energy drain finally catching up to her. “Didn’t intend to take your comment about taking my time when we got here seriously,” she said as she shook her head, forcing her legs to stop working on their own again. “Guess my body had other ideas,” she added, forcing a laugh as she finally was able to hold up her own weight again.

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[Osiris Moswen]

This lake had always been one of his more favored spots to venture to. He wasn't one to trace the water sources, or to figure out just how the cool water always seemed to be as clean and devoid of any large aquatic life. Out of all of the times that he had come out here, he had always been alone. If it weren't for Amina, he figured that he might still be alone considering even the deer didn't seem to be here, let alone any birds. There were no footprints on the ground, nothing recent anyway. Which, at least meant that he wouldn't feel the need to be in any rush at all. Amina was likely to need the time to get herself squared away. He had been gathering water and cleaning his clothing here for as long as he could remember, and the water had never become polluted or dirty, it was the same. His golden eyes turned upward to the sky for a moment, the clear, cloudless blue that showed through the gaps in the tree tops. Letting the bundle of linens from his shoulder and onto the ground with a soft thud he turned to Amina, reaching across her to lift the basket of assorted soaps and herbs from where she had been keeping it perched during their trek, and placed it on top of the bundle for the time being. His mind kept drifting back to her comment about him seeming strong with irony. He was a very large man by nature, he was taller than most of the other people that he had come across, and he had traveled a lot in his thirty something years. That, coupled with him being a werewolf, and the inherent strength that comes with that he was a very strong individual. She would start to notice the strength coming to her own body rather soon as well. It would be simple to run down a list of abilities that her body was going to be developing over the next month, but he didn't want to lecture her. He left her werewolf question unanswered for now.

“Own private lake?” his lips turned upward at the corner as he helped pull her toward the water. “I hope you can swim alright” it was going to be hard, perhaps even painful for her to swim or tread water with the way that her torso and shoulder were holding up, but the bottom of the lake was highly uneven. Standing was fine in some places, and then it would sink in others. While he was well over a foot and a half taller than she was, so she was going to need to be able to tread water well enough. He hadn't even thought about it earlier. “So, I know it’s probably stupid to ask since I don’t think you’re a doctor and you probably don’t do this all the time,” His face turned toward her as she was speaking, but he wasn't looking at her. He kicked his shoes off, and tossed the boots in the direction of the nearest tree, letting go of her torso long enough to pull his sweater off and over his head. He wasn't going to let the water go to waste since he was here already. Plus, it would save him from having to hover around her while she was doing what she needed. “But how much longer do you think it will be until I’m okay to go… you know, back?” “To what?” he asked, leading her to a large, moss covered rock right up against the water, he placed his sweater on top of the rock so that the edges didn't hurt her bare skin. She collapsed onto the rock, which he should have been expecting. He moved back to the bundle that he had brought and hauled it closer to the lake side to be attended to later as he took a seat on the ground and rolled up the bottoms of his pants legs to his knees. “To school?” he inquired, letting his elbows rest on his bent knees for a few moments. He didn't really have a definitive answer for her, she had been doing surprisingly well so far in the way that she was recovering, but he didn't want to give her an answer, and have her pass out again for another three days. He could tell her that it was likely to be less than a month, but he didn't think that would be horribly encouraging to hear.

“I’m sorry, Didn’t intend to take your comment about taking my time when we got here seriously,” thankfully, her collapse onto the rock gave him an out, something to distract himself with until he was ready to answer the question properly. “Guess my body had other ideas,” “That will happen for awhile” he commented, leaving the ending ominous. Springing to his feet he stood over her, pointing to a spot in the water that was close to her, but about three feet away. “Go In there, it's the most shallow to start. Watch your footing, the bottom is very uneven.” she should be able to wade her way into the water from that point if nothing else. He could bring her the soap later, no need to rush these things. “You can swim right?” he had forgotten to ask all together, he had just assumed that all people her age could swim. Nodding at her answer, he took a couple of steps back and took a running jump into the lake, swimming just below the surface until he broke through the top of the water about halfway across the lake's surface. It was a cool, crisp temperature and the water smelled clean.

[Amina Krane]

Amina was more than relieved when Osiris dropped his own load on the ground and took the basket she had been holding as well. The material rubbing against her skin as she tried to hold it up despite her out-of-commission arm was not a very pleasant thing. Looking down at her stomach as Osiris led her to the lake, she made sure she hadn’t done any worse damage as they had made their way. Fortunately, with the healing work she had already done, the basket hadn’t been able to open up the wounds again. Had she not healed it, chances were she would have hurt the newly formed skin. Now, all you could see was a few irritation marks on top of the bright pink scratches. “I hope you can swim alright.” Looking back up at him, she gave a weary smile. “I’m sure I can manage,” she replied, knowing full well it was going to be difficult. In normal health she wasn’t a bad swimmer at all. She wasn’t fast, but she was able to go for a long period of time given her gymnastics conditioning. She wasn’t anything like Sura however. Sura was fantastic; both fast and had the stamina. Had it been her in this situation, there would be no second guessing that she could last. Amina on the other hand, well, she would try her very best. She watched as he began to shed his layers, immediately wishing she had her own to shed. It wasn’t very pleasant walking around without any clothes on but she realized that part way during their walk, she had forgotten she was naked. There was a certain point in one’s life that you forgot all the things around you. When you were as damaged as Amina was at that moment, it became one of those times.

”To what?” Amina quirked an eyebrow as he led her closer to the water to a large rock. Was it not obvious what she meant? How many things in her life would she have to get back to? Then again, it wasn’t like he knew all that much about her. They had just met after all. When they had reached the rock, she placed a hand on its surface and fell right onto it, not even thinking twice about having a moment to relax. Her body seemed to cheer for the relief that sitting on the rock was giving her. Sighing, she placed her other hand on the rocks surface but refrained from putting any weight on it, considering it was her bad shoulder. ”To school?” Looking up, Amina had forgotten he had even asked a question. She had suddenly become so enthralled in the relief this rock was providing her for the moment that she forgot he was there. When she looked up, she found he was on the ground working on his pant legs. When he didn’t provide an answer, only looked at her and continued what he was doing, she realized he didn’t have the answer, just like she had already figured. It was worth a try asking, but somehow she felt more defeated than she already had. If he didn’t know how long it would take, how was she supposed to keep going like this? She could only take so much pain and suffering. Something else needed to be present to occupy her time. Letting out another sigh, Amina moved her focus from him to the water. It looked like it was going to be cold, and normally she probably would have protested going in there, but now, she couldn’t wait. Her body felt like it was on fire constantly and even though when she had first left the cabin, the cold air had been a relief, it didn’t last long. Her body had already become used to the temperature and, as if it couldn’t get any worse, had seemed to adjust accordingly, making her just as hot in the forest as she had been in the cabin.

“Go In there, it's the most shallow to start. Watch your footing, the bottom is very uneven.” Looking back at him, she noticed where he was pointing and bit her lip. So close, yet so far. She cursed herself for even sitting down. It was going to make it harder to move again. “You can swim right?” Chuckling softly, Amina didn’t even look up from the spot as she began to move off of the rock and make her way towards it. “I can swim well enough. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem.” I hope. As she reached the side of the lake, she heard his footsteps and then suddenly he was launching off the ground into the water and before she knew it, he was halfway across the lake. Merlin, he was a fast swimmer. Unfortunately she wouldn’t be able to match his speed or strength. All she could hope for now was not to drown. So easing herself to the ground, Amina slipped her feet in slowly, and found a sudden relief as her body temperature seemed to go back to normal. Despite the water being cold, her body was hot enough that it regulated to normal. A smile crept across her face as she lowered the rest of herself into the water, taking special care not to put extra pressure on her shoulder. Passing out in a lake wasn’t a bright idea. Once she was in, she understood what he meant about an uneven surface. Had she been a few more inches taller or not hurt, she would have been able to manage the center of the lake with no problems.

Easing her way further into the lake, she took her time to find the right position for her feet until she was chest high in the water, enough to keep the biggest part of her damaged shoulder out of the water. She wasn’t sure just how far she wanted to go, how much she wanted to make subject to the water. Biting the inside of her cheek, she took two more steps and her shoulders were submerged. As the water surrounded her shoulder, she could feel the cold pinpointing any exposed spot, finding little pinpricks of skin where the salve Osiris had applied had been moved away from the wound due to all fo the moving and shuffling, or from a branch swiping past it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and bent at the knees so her head became completely submerged. Her right hand removed the band from her hair, allowing her hair to flow free. She tousled the locks for a moment, trying to get out any large amounts of debris or general ick. When she was sure it was as good as it would get without a thorough washing, Amina moved her hair back from her face and stood up again. When she broke the surface of the water, she let out the breath she had held and tried to slow down her now rapid breathing. “This feels so damn good,” she muttered, already feeling a hundred times better even after just moments of being in the water. Even if she didn’t get much cleaner than she already was, this was a huge improvement over her prior condition. “So, how do we go about getting me cleaned up? I already figure it’s not going to be pleasant in the pain department so I figure we might as well get it over with so you can continue to enjoy your swim,” she added, smiling as her hand waved back and forth in the water every so often to prevent herself from slipping off of the piece of ground she had perched herself on.

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[Osiris Moswen]

It had been longer than he would have liked to admit since he had bathed himself. He had been a little more than preoccupied over the past few days, with the attempting to keep a certain somebody alive and all. He could feel the water stripping away all of the unclean bits about him, floating away from his body and being pulled away by the very slight current. Osiris had never taken the time to find out where the current went, or how the water was cycled out but he didn't need to, so long as it kept doing whatever it did. Osiris wanted to give Amina her space, so that she could handle whatever it was that she needed to do on her own. Yet, he wasn't so far away that if she disappeared under the surface of the water for too long, he would be able to rescue her. It wasn't so much that he was a fast swimmer, as it was that there was power behind his strokes. He could move quickly, simply for the fact that he pushed the water away from his body with such force. “This feels so damn good,” Osi had always been a fan of water, the restorative properties that it held. He had thought on occasion that he was lucky he hadn't turned out to be some sort of half cat. As if there were even such a thing in existence. He wouldn't have been able to handle being afraid of the water, or anything for that matter. That was just another perk of being a wolf, he wasn't scared of hardly anything. Taking another few laps around the lake until he felt good and clean, he checked on Amina one last time before hauling his body back up onto the earth. Might as well do what he came here to do.

He was very fortunate that he seemed to be one of the only people that came around this area, he had a few hardly visible lines of fishing reel hanging from the trees for his laundry purposes, he had some back at his Cabin as well, but this was useful for the very dirty bits, and given that they were still hanging undisturbed after all of this time, it led him to assume that they were not in anybodies way. Lifting the basket of soaps easily and tossing the pile of laundry in the direction of the lake he grabbed a bar of soap and the nearest sheet, dunking it under the surface and swirling it around to get as much of the stuff soaked before pressing the soap bar into it. It would take awhile, but at least this way his present company shouldn't feel any rush to speed up the process of whatever she felt like doing. The only things that he didn't have much intention of washing, was the couple of items she had chosen to salvage from the pile by the door. Nudity didn't bother him in the slightest, but he had no intentions of messing with her under things. “So, how do we go about getting me cleaned up? I already figure it’s not going to be pleasant in the pain department so I figure we might as well get it over with so you can continue to enjoy your swim,” Osi didn't look up from what he was doing, he hadn't wanted to give it too much thought, but it needed to be done, Setting the bar of soap down, he lifted the now washed sheet out of the water and rung it around his hands until as much of the extra water he could get out of it, was rung out before heading over to the fishing line and slinging the sheet to dry in the slight breeze.

The sheet rippled against the line, but they didn't threaten to come off. Satisfied, he headed back to the lakes surface and lifted another, softer looking bar of soap from the basket and waded in next to Amina. He assumed that she would be able to handle the majority of her body on her own time, but her hair and shoulder, that would require some help he assumed. Without saying much he moved behind her, to the worst part of her shoulder and started to peel off the more solid bits of herb still pasted to her skin, no doubt it hurt more than she was going to try to let on. He continued until the raw, new skin underneath was exposed before rubbing some soap into his hands “Deep Breath...” he warned, before pressing his soapy hand into her wound, and holding it there until she adjusted. He was attempting to be as fast as he could manage while still being thorough. Grimacing, he finished cleaning her shoulder and washed off his hands, before helping her arch backward to clean her hair and passing off the soap bar. “I think you should be able to manage the rest, but I'll just be over there if you need any more help” there was more than enough laundry to keep him busy for awhile “take your time”

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[Amina Krane]

The cool water against her skin was such a relief compared to the sweltering hot she had been enduring in the cabin. Of course, she had been informed that it wasn’t necessarily the cabin that was causing it. It was her own body betraying her, turning into the beast she was now destined to become. Amina was going to radiate heat for possibly the rest of her life, but fortunately, according to Osiris, it would eventually taper out into a more reasonable temperature. Merlin, she hoped that was right because right now, she couldn’t imagine living like this. If her temperature didn’t drop, her whole life would have to be spent in either a cold bath (which she was sure her body would eventually heat up anyways) or in a walk-in freezer. Neither scenario seemed reasonable, but that was ok at this point. She still had time. Time to adapt and time to figure out a game plan. She just only wished she didn’t have to. If only she had been smarter. If only she hadn’t run into the forest but had instead run towards the whomping willow. Sure, she might have a crushed leg or ribcage but those injuries were mendable, much unlike the one she had sustained. This one was taking far too long to heal. Merlin did she wish it would just hurry up, but she knew healing took time and, fortunately, she could be pretty patient if she really put her mind to it.

As the water around her picked up speed momentarily, Amina braced herself to keep from falling off of the small place where she had found a foothold. Her toes gripped the rocks and her less injured arm rocked back and forth to help keep her balance. It took a moment for the speed to drop back down again and for her to find herself stable once more. Once she reached that point, she chose to move up a bit. Feeling around with the tips of her toes, she found a spot not four inches away that was slightly higher, but just as stable, as where she was standing now. It took two small, steady steps but she was able to move from her current perch to the new one which brought her chin from two inches above water level, to about six. More manageable, but certainly much less comfortable. This level meant that her shoulder was just above the level of the water and, occasionally, was grazed by the rushing water. Not to mention it felt like her neck was releasing steam as it burned away the water there. Yeah, she couldn’t wait for this thing to calm down. What would be even better was if she woke up and found out it had all been a dream. But this being a dream wasn’t a possibility. It hadn’t been a possibility since the beginning. No dream was this cruel, and no dream lasted this long. The only thing she could do was just wait and hope that eventually all of the symptoms would ease themselves away. Soon, she hoped.

Amina’s eyes moved from where they had focused in on the water, up to where Osiris was on the water’s edge. He had just finished ringing out a sheet and was now hanging it over a tightly slung fishing line. He really did have his way of doing things out here. The way he acted, the way he moved, was like he had been doing this his entire life and he knew nothing of how civilization lived with running water, appliances, electricity. Had he been living in the woods his whole life? Was he so accustomed to having nothing that it had turned into him having everything? While Amina could never imagine such a life, she figured it was possible for some. Maybe Osiris was just one of those that knew how to adapt well. If only she was so good at such a thing. A soft sigh escaped her lips. If only she were strong like him, maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult. Maybe she wouldn’t have even had to stop in the woods, or cringed when she got into the water, or passed out because she moved her shoulder too quickly. Pursing her lips, she followed Osiris with her eyes as he picked up something from the basket and began making his way over to her through the water. Oh dear. She had asked how they were going to clean her up, hadn’t she? Did she really want the answer to that question? As he approached her, her lips relaxed but her teeth latched onto the skin inside of her cheek instead. She had assumed he would just hand her the bar, that he would expect her to do it on her own. Of course, she probably could but that would be painful, and maybe he knew that it wouldn’t be the best option because instead, he moved behind her.

She felt his hands take away something from her shoulder. Probably the herbs he had placed there time and time again while she had been passed out. A few seconds passed and she could feel more and more of her shoulder being exposed until she felt his fingertip graze the raw skin on her shoulder. He had reached the end of the herbs. “Deep Breath...” Yeah, now came the rough part. Doing as instructed, Amina drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. The moment his hand touched her skin, her teeth gritted and her hands formed into fists. It was painful, but she just needed to get over that. And she did. The tension relaxed in her body, her hands relaxing, even if only a fraction, and once she had, he continued. He made quick work of it, and once he was done, she was finally able to release the breath she had been holding. The pain radiated in her shoulder, but it was more bearable without a solid hand pressed against it. At least now it was clean, or so she hoped. If he had to do that again cause he missed a spot, she was sure she would just request the infection instead. But then again, that showed weakness. She had shown enough of that already. Stay strong, she thought to herself, hoping an internal mantra would make it so.

She glanced back at him with the biggest smile she could muster, which could hardly pass for a smile in her opinion but at least it was something. Once she saw him there, she realized he wasn’t done. His hands moved to where he was supporting her back, helping her lean backwards. This would make it much easier to clean her hair, which she assumed was his intention. Making as quick work of it as she could, Amina moved the last, now clean strands, from her face, taking the bar of soap Osiris passed off to her. “I think you should be able to manage the rest, but I'll just be over there if you need any more help. Take your time.” Offering up another smile, she nodded and replied, “Thanks,” knowing full well that he probably wouldn’t respond. He hadn’t responded to a single moment of gratitude she offered, but that was alright. She had gotten used to that with most people she was friends with. Turning her focus back to her own body, Amina began to lather up the soap and work on the dirtiest parts of her body. Time passed, and though it was difficult in some parts, Amina managed to scrub away the last bits of dirt that she could find traces of, including that hiding underneath her fingernails. Her feet were a little difficult, but for the most part they were reasonably clean. When she finally was able to go back to the dorms, she would take care of the rest. Looking up at the shoreline, Amina noticed that Osiris was nearly completed with the items he had brought with them. Wading through the water, Amina made her way over to the shoreline. As her body became further exposed to the air, Amina began to feel a bit of that self-conscious feeling creeping back, being naked in front of a male who she hardly knew and all, but she pushed it aside and kneeled down in the water. Reaching out with her good arm, Amina grabbed the two pieces of clothing she had brought along. She dipped them into the water and began to scrub away the dirt with the bar of soap. Once she was satisfied that the bulk of the grime, both blood and dirt alike, was gone, she set the bar of soap on the ground and began to rinse out the clothes instead.

Once they were rinsed, her hands went to work fixing the clasp that was bent back, and once that was done, she made a small makeshift knot in the seams of her underwear. It wasn’t perfect, but both pieces were worthy of being worn. That was all that mattered. Pulling the straps from the bra, suddenly happy she had worn one of the convertible one’s, Amina bit down on her lip and maneuvered herself into a standing position. It took some work, but in a moment, she had the two garments on and felt infinitesimally better. It was so simple, but just having clothes on made her feel somewhat human again. Not to mention, despite them not covering much skin, it just suddenly felt like she was back at the beach. She didn’t mind bearing this much skin to anyone. Once she had herself situated, Amina slowly lowered herself back to the ground and sat at the edge of the water, wrapping her good arm around her legs while the other remained at her side. She felt better, being clean and clothed, but did that really make her feel better? Really? She wasn’t human anymore. How could she ever feel ‘better’ again? Sighing, Amina placed her head on her knees and looked over at Osiris, deciding to bide her time while she waited for him to finish up the last of his laundry and whatever else he needed to do out here. She could use the break. She was exhausted at this point, apparent by the fact that when she closed her eyes, she found herself slightly drifting into dreamland.

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[Osiris Moswen]

As much as Osiris attempted to remember what it had been like his first year of transformations, a lot of it was still in a blur. He could recall perfectly his first one, after puberty had hit him. It had been blindingly painful, but as with most things...the memory of it faded after time. Since he no longer had to worry about the pain of transforming, the memory of it no longer intimidated him. He was still fairly young, for a wolf. Apart from his hair turning grey around his ears he hadn't aged a day in over four years now. He was stuck in the same body that he had formed whenever he was twenty nine. She too, would be blessed with youth and agility the rest of her life. Osiris knew, that once a wolf decided to stop his transformations, that the aging process would start again and his body would start to decay. A little faster than a normal humans, given the delay but he didn't foresee that happening to him any time soon. It was nice, being able to take his body for granted, knowing that it would do as he needed it too the majority of the time. He hoped, that by the time Amina would head back to school, that she would feel like she had been blessed, not cursed. Minus, of course, the original attack of it all. It was out of her control, he should have taken care of the damned rouge whenever he had first smelled him...but his generosity had gotten the better of him. He didn't blame himself for what happened to her, it wasn't in his nature, but he did hope that she didn't blame him either. She hadn't asked, but Osiris had no affiliation with the one that bit her, he hoped she knew that.

She was such a child, in every way. He knew, every person her age felt like an adult, the thought that they knew everything about the world and their place in it. How to make their own choices and felt they could handle the consequences. All of them, his sister had been no exception. In many ways, he felt that his sister was still a child. He had picked her up and cleaned her off after countless messes that she had made. Sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. He was happy to be her rock, and he couldn't help but draw parallels between raising his sister, and taking care of this child. Since he had left her to finish her business on her own, he set about scrubbing his clothing and washing out the torn fabric remnants that used to be hers, setting them out on the rock in the most direct sunlight next to her wand he moved to finish the washing and left it out to dry. There was no way that he would have traded this life for one of more 'luxury' he was made to be outside. His house was all that he needed, he could make almost everything that he wanted himself. Even if he had been given the choice to move back to Egypt, or to live out in the open once more...he didn't really think that he would fit in. He needed the freedom that nature provided to him.

They worked in silence for a good long while, her mending his clothing and him making sure that the sun finished drying his as he gathered another dose of herbs for her shoulder. It should be the last round, as far as he could tell. Setting them aside for when she was finished, he pulled his sweater down off of the line, and set about stretching out the neck line. He could just make another one, it was simple enough. She needed it more than he did anyway. She wasn't ready to go back up to the school with all of her actual clothing just yet. Whenever he was finished, the garment was still slightly damp, but it should be enough to cover her torso and hang off her shoulder far enough to keep her wound exposed. Helping her up, he offered her the sweater, and waited until she had pulled it over her head to set about mushing the leaves and herbs back together into a paste to keep her wound clean. No point in having messed with it at all if they didn't keep it up. “You're going to be alright, you know.” he said softly as he pushed the paste around her skin. “As horrible as you think that it might be, I don't think it could have happened to a better person.” his words were meant to be encouraging, since she really did seem to be handling the change well. Far better than most of the air headed annoyances that seemed to populate her school. He hoped she understood that.

[Amina Krane]

She hadn't intended it, but as Amina sat on the side of the lake, waiting for Osiris to finish up the last of his laundry, she managed to slip into a dream. It shouldn't have been surprising, given how tiring the walk alone had been. The bath had helped wake her up, but it had also cooled down her temperature immensely which made her even more drowsy. Her huddled form didn't move as she began to dream of the life she was currently missing as she recovered out here in the woods. Back in the castle, the students were undoubtedly enjoying feast after feast, talking and chatting amongst one another about homework assignments due, what professor they liked and didn't like, and even the dance that had just passed. Amina was missing out on all of these conversations. She was missing out on the nice, warm, freshly made bed in the dorm room, her array of clothes that weren't torn and shredded to pieces, and more importantly, missing out on seeing the face of the man she loved. Even though he had broken up with her, even though he had broken her heart, Amina couldn't help but want to see him at any chance she got. There was nothing concrete yet. He hadn't even met the woman he was supposed to be wed to. Amina still had a few weeks until then, until the two of them turned seventeen and he was going to be promised to someone whom he hadn't even met. That meant there were a few weeks left to try and figure out a way to save their relationship. It wasn't impossible, Amina had never deemed it as such, and after facing and surviving a snarling werewolf, suddenly there was nothing that could stop her. She just had to figure out a way to talk to him, a way to explain how she felt and that she didn't care why he had broken up with her, but that he needed to rethink his decision. But most importantly, she needed to figure out how to keep him from figuring out what had happened to her in the forest. Just until she could find out a way to tell him, a way that wouldn't make her seem so… unworthy.

As her dream began to shift into one where she told Gavin the news, one where he broke up with her again and suddenly turned into the snarling werewolf and tore her to pieces himself, Amina heard the distinct sound of stretching and ripping fabric. Her eyes squinted as Amina roused from the small nap and looked up at Osiris who was working on elongating the neck of a sweater. While she missed the castle life, she was more than thankful for his help. Osiris had been so amazing in helping Amina out with the initial transformation. She could not have imagined surviving this without him. Also because he had saved her, but that was beside the point. As he made his way over to her with the sweater in hand, Amina gave him a smile. He looked like such a giant, capable of so many hard and foul emotions, but he was so gentle. It was horribly misleading at first, but then it made Amina remember something she ahd began to learn while out here. Not all werewolves were bad, despite how they looked on the outside. As he offered her his hand and helped her up to her feet, Amina bit back the discomfort in her shoulder. She took the sweater he offered and put it over her figure, allowing it to hang off of her damaged shoulder so it would remain exposed and the sweater would not tear the new skin apart. Once she had it in place, Osiris began his work again, placing the same concoction of herbs onto her shoulder. Her hold on her lip kept up as she waited for him to finish, for the pressure in her shoulder and the pain to subside.

“You're going to be alright, you know.” Turning her head slightly, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Yes, a gentle giant he was, also one who knew exactly what to say and when. If she could be blessed with anyone to save her life, Amina would forever be grateful that it was Osiris. “As horrible as you think that it might be, I don't think it could have happened to a better person.” Turning back to face forward, Amina closed her eyes and thought about his words. She did think it was horrible, but she also held hope that what he had told her, that it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, was correct. But as for her being a better person? Well, she hoped she could live up to his expectations. She was trying to be as strong as possible. Maybe one day she could be the strong person she strove to be.

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