She panted, exhausted as all hell. With what little energy she had, she stumbled over to him and bandaged up the wound. It was a really sloppy job, the job of someone who doesn't have much time to do a better job. With that done, she muttered something about paralytic venom, before falling over and passing out. As the queen's nervous thrashing about slowed down to twitching and eventually stopped altogether, Catiel just laid there. Too tired to care about the cold stone floor, she peacefully breathed in and out. In her sleep, her mask dropped entirely as her worries slipped away for her sleep. And as she slept, she dreamed.
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Five year old Catiel smiled as the arrow hit the target, spinning around to look at the precious someone in her life. "I did it, ___," she couldn't hear the name. The name just escaped her, no matter how much she tried to grasp for it. But what she could grasp was the feeling behind around the other person gave her. Familiarity and comfort.