Gaddy let Daisy go back to sleep. His bout with the warg had ended with the warg running, though not because of Gaddy. Gaddy could remember clearly the mocking in the warg's eyes, asking why something so small should dare go against it. Gaddy had tried not to cry, and had succeeded so far, it wouldn't help anything if he cried. Instead, he thought of anything but what was going to happen to them all. His thoughts travelled back to happier times at home, but the picture of his thinning family and bare larder kept interfering.
He thought then of Celandine, he had never got to properly know her but her loss would still be felt. He didn't know Robin all too well either, he now made sure that he would speak to her more. From there his mind roamed to Daisy, he'd been told she'd be fine, his heart had been made lighter when she'd woken up and he believed that she was going to be alright.
Finally, he thought about Hal, never before had he seen him look so helpless, even when he'd had his head trapped between the cartwheel and the kerb, it'd been him who told Gaddy what to do. Gaddy looked back at him, his face so pale in the firelight, scenes of the fight flashed before his eyes, when he'd first noticed that Hal was being attacked and not been able to do anything. He shook his head, he didn't want to think about that now.
If Hal had been awake, he would've been comforting him now, but he wasn't and everyone else looked busy, he didn't want to interrupt them, they were doing more important things. Gaddy felt alone, he wanted to sleep but he also wanted to be there if Hal woke up. Gaddy gave up on holding back the tears, he sat down and rested his head on his arms, letting the tears silently run down his cheeks and drop onto the snow.
[ January 25, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]
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