*Caleb*
Zareen is sitting and she shivers slightly at any random time. We are all focusing on Aeneas; who is studying the marks on her arms, most of them self inflicted. If there is anyone who has more experience in the field of blood curses, is him.
His eyes have grown darker, to the point were there are two black pools that seem to absorb everything. “It is a self-destructing curse; they wanted her to hurt herself to the point that she would kill herself.” He says as he softly holds her arms and she shivers again, tears fall on the side of her face and I look away; I wish to help, and at this time I am helpless; this is frustrating me.
Wolves like Men do not like being unable to help, or unable to save their loved ones. Aeneas studies her arms, then he releases them as she shudders again. She closes her eyes and moans in pain. “I can’t do this…” Her voice sounds like a whisper.