If there was one thing that would always be there for her, it was the physical and mental strength of Catabasis. Currently, there were only a handful of other birds rivaling him for size, and he was still far too young to be as wise as he behaved. His constant presence in her mind had taken her unguided urges to take care of the people and focused them on a narrow path that when treaded would push her goals to fruition. Her own personality had blossomed once the path was shown, though the blossoming was all centered rather externally. Truly, it left her woefully undeveloped in some areas, emotions for one, but with the few risks she took in that department, it hadn’t bitten her in the butt yet. Not until this morning, anyway, when she stood, ashamed and afraid, before one half of the most important being in her life; Catabasis weakened and subject to the physical manifestations and repercussions of the desperate work he’d done to spare the twins a dark end.
He needed a doctor, he needed Kaden and Mother Ilish and Val and all the other elders to come help him, he needed the other Eagles to help him. There was nothing Sai could do, in her blind ignorance of his mortality she had never paid attention to the things that falconers did when a raptor was ill. Catabasis could never be ill. Why weren’t the other Eagles intervening and augmenting his mental strength? Surely they knew what was happening. Why did no one help? Did he not want help? Was he so stubborn as to rely solely on himself and the twins to take care of this? Two women who hadn’t known the dangerous game they were playing, hadn’t had a clue that they risked not only themselves but their protector? A protector that needed them as much as they needed him; their antics and bickering, the upheaval in their mental state that occurred every day for the simple fact that one was violently unhappy with the other’s lack of attention. A ridiculous cycle considering everyone else knew how much they meant to one another. Not to mention the fact that they had a direct line into each other’s feelings. What a coupla dunderheads.
All the communicative strength of her mind meant nothing when that brain wasn’t competent enough to know what games were acceptable and which weren’t. She couldn’t even figure out when someone else was messing with her mind, though Catabasis had been doing it purely from love and for her own good. No more. The severity of the situation, of the repercussions from playing with things she knew not of, demanded a higher level of mental acuity. They needed solutions. Catabasis would forgive her when she found them, and it wouldn’t matter that he had been passive in his monitoring of their bond, despite the risk he knew it posed. His anger sparked her own, and though it smoldered with no real heat, the smoke was rising. She hadn’t known, and he hadn’t been bothered to tell her about the danger she was putting Aidara and him in. Did he know so little about her that he thought she wouldn’t prefer to know the risks? That she would rather put her head in the sand?
Her spine straightened, shoulders squaring up, the physical reformation lending strength when his worry and despair washed over her, soaked her to the core and filled her bones. Every nerve impulse carried with it a dark tendril, implanting at the destination and colonizing until her lungs labored under the heavy blanket of depression. There were solutions out there, but for long minutes she had no interest in finding them, they could do it later. They could just not touch their bond in the meantime. That shouldn’t be so hard. No one would murder anyone, no one would be left alone. They could pretend like this never happened. In a few days, Catabasis would become secure in their safety and they could go flying again. If she could strengthen the bond, maybe she could shut it off, too; on that thought, the well spring of strength surged through their bond. They had to learn to control it.
Sai’s mind filtered through the images, putting pieces into the large landscape of her memory, a faint smile eased the troubled furrows on her features. It was short lived, however, as she felt his over-heated mind losing rationale and malevolence growing. Before she could react, even really comprehend his attack, the breach had been opened and She became aware of Aidara next to her, gripping her arm tightly and telling her that everything would be all right, that they could fix this, reacting to the memories of their conversation belatedly. Sai nodded, exploring the increased communication between them. Aidara was panicking, but she was right about one thing. Her spine was indeed straight, the muscles along her back tense and keeping her erect. Yes, she could fix this. With help, yes, but it wasn’t insurmountable. It had to start with calming her man down. His fears were unwarranted and torturous in a way that she couldn’t stand or allow.
He was rambling, feverish and spiraling down a dark crevice. That mental image was taken in fully, processed and released to the realm of her imagination. If this was how he saw himself, this would be the form she used to help him. First, she put herself beside the table. It was, of course, an ideal picture of how she viewed herself, but that was necessary. She stood tall, erect with confidence, and dapper. The end of her braid, bright blue silks, his favorite color, woven throughout, and two glass beads tinkling softly like his favorite chime, the one she had made him immediately after their bonding to add a touch of warmth to his new nest, against the table as she leaned down to soothe his feverish forehead with a cloth moist from glacial water. It was, of course, the perfect temperature to alleviate his suffering.
Next, she changed the table to the shallow end of his favorite lake, the brackish one down by the coast, not far from Thunder Bay, it was early fall, when the atmosphere was rife with the scents of life. The cool water gradually cupped and tenderly swaddled his ill body. Beneath their bodies, the softest bed of sand conformed and supported their bodies. Nothing was spared from the vision, the clouds were floating by in fluffy pods, the breeze stirred rolling ridges into the water, the fish and frogs frolicked below the surface while butterflies batted overtop it. Scents, sounds, sensations, it was all there, she was all there, existing solely in this world. Now she rested, legs folded to provide the man with a pillow for his head and shoulders, cradling his inflamed head, caressing his cheeks and forehead with tender fingers and a moist cloth, just as she reached out and cradled his despairing psyche.
Her voice came to him, robust with all the emotions that even he had a hard time grasping in her mind long enough to enjoy, so fleeting and ephemeral were they. The gratitude, adoration, pride, loyalty he stirred in her, in addition to the plethora of similar emotions, all strengthened by the current concern and devotion, blossomed in his mind, sang to his ears, embraced his skin.
I want nothing more than to tend to you, Catabasis. His body calmed, the water pulling overzealous heat away from every epithelial cell and transmitting it to the dark depths where it couldn’t return. The raging inferno of his physical center was pulled outward, drawn away from tormenting his body and mind.
My actions have cost us all dearly, none more so than you. It’s time for me to repay the work and care you’ve repeatedly demonstrated for myself and Aidara. Setting the cloth neatly on his forehead where it wouldn’t droop to bother his eyelids or lashes, the nurturing woman took a page from his book and set about making her own support structure for him. Cold water from the unknown depths came toward the surface in long tendrils, it bracketed and piped the fever polluted water down deep in the lake. There, a cistern of pure, icy water gathered and contained it far from where it could blight the tortured man in her arms. These pipes, the impermeable sides composed of thick whirls and eddies of dark water, pushing and rushing every heated molecule away from Catabasis, rebuffing every attempt at breaching or infecting.
Her will went into the body cradled to her, trying to recreate the health and safety he had known not two bells before, with only a finite amount of attention paid to what she was giving of her own body.
I will never leave you alone, love. If I haven’t got you and Aidara, I haven’t got a reason to draw breathe in the morning. He knew there was no Sai without Addy, but still she focused on the golden warmth that spread throughout her whenever she focused on what the two of them meant to her. There was nothing there that craved rupture or fracture, there was only the selfless compulsion to care and provide for them.
Outside the scene she shared with him, the adaptation of his final image, augmented and held strong with her imagination, Aidara stood beside her, the wind whistled in the gradually warming atmosphere beyond the nest, but Sairque heard, felt, nor saw any of it. Her head was bowed, eyes narrow slits that saw through the stone floor, unfocused and sending no information to her interrupt the vital communication with Catabasis. Perhaps Aidara could see what she’d created for their friend, perhaps she could help, with the widened connection they shared. Perhaps they could make use of the breach Catabasis had created out of fear and despair.