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A conversation passed between the two in their shared language, and Euphemia allowed the words to pass as if they were poisonous darts being shot at one another. The silver maiden wondered if this was what it felt like, to be a witness to the various transgressions that passed between her and her sisters.

It only appeared petty because she had no idea what was being shared. Euphemia could never say what went on between her family was ever flippant. Still, he could be complaining about being awoken – or it could have been something more grave.

Matters of the body and its state of health were things usually taken more seriously, at least to one who would call themselves a Medic. Of course, Euphemia would never call herself a medic, but if someone did, they would probably say something like: All I know is that it’s been hurting for a very long time, when she was questioned about her knowledge of the injury's context. A medic would never assume.

Euphemia did her best to empathize with both Ca’an and Iglux. Euphemia had always considered herself lucky to so easily maintain her good health (but then again, the maiden never really engaged in risky behavior), and couldn’t imagine the toll her mental health would incur from a chronic condition. She also knew that her friend Iglux was doing what she thought best, and was facing ire for it.

That was never fun, and she didn’t deserve it, but whatever story was behind his limp, she wanted to hear it from his own vehement, youthful mouth.

Herbs would do very little. Euphemia admitted, wanting to level with the young man. Plants were great medicines, but they weren’t a panacea, and could rarely cure an illness alone (or so, more skilled healer than she would say).

If he allowed her the space to speak, she would continue to offer something real; a tangible solution that maybe the reticent patient hadn’t heard yet.

It is possible to reawaken nerve pathways, Euphemia glanced at Iglux, wondering if she was catching any of this. It was a dear relief that Ca’an spoke the common tongue. Retrain the muscles, by countering their natural variances.

Her attention slipped to the leg, for just a moment.We could soothe the inflammation, she suggested softly. She couldn’t note anything externally, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. The pain made that evident.

Euphemia looked back at the darkened shadow of a boy. A worthy patient, indeed. Don’t do it for anyone but yourself. If Iglux was listening – forgive her for saying so! You deserve to be pain-free, and to be left alone.

Isn't that what everyone wanted, at the end of the day?

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I am a just boy!

He wanted to scream it. He was days shy of his first year, but only now did the time spent within his father's clan outlast that spent with his mother. The time spent with his mother, and the time spent waiting for her to return.

He was still learning how to be a man, why was Iglux̂ blind to that?

He was still learning how to be Lanzadoii. Learning how to be Cen's son.

The crying wind woman frustrated and confounded him. How dare she decide what is best for him and the clan?

Biting back a snarl, Caan twitched his ears as he gave the Dawnbreak woman a chance to speak. Euphemia spoke sincerely. No promises fell from her lips, only possibilities. Ultimately, Euphemia respected him with the one thing he had always been denied.

A choice.

It broke when I was turned into the "tug" of a tug-of-war power struggle between my mother and father. I was days old.

It was a crude, simplified manner of describing the fracture that nearly destroyed the Saastine, but it served its purpose in getting the point across.

Iglux̂ was sending the silver woman to fix something greater than the broken structure of his body. It was a testament of his mother's betrayal. A defining point in the Sun Clan's history that Caan and his littermates had the misfortune of bearing.

Frigid eyes leveled with the golden gaze of the outsider. Cold, piercing. Challenging.

Gritting his teeth, he jutted his chin and allowed and opening in his defiant stance.

If you believe that you can work miracles, then go ahead I will harbor no ill towards you when you find there is nothing to be done.

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Ig can be assumed watching in the bg, feel free to tag her back in at any point <33

Caan seems to yield by shades. Iglux̂ does not pretend her words have any influence, rather, it is what is exchanged in common between the son and goldfinch. Bless Euphemia. The silver cannot follow her words, yet she feels their patience and all that Iglux̂ herself cannot summon nor understand.
In his drawn stance the silver remains watchful, ready to correct should teeth so much as open upon the healer.
But sensing a fragile seam opening between the son of saatsine and the dawnbreak shaman, the huntress backs some paces away to look on without overhearing.