Previously... written by @Saraina

Tris hesitated, her hands relaxing from the tight fists as Stormy stepped toward her, head tilted. "Uh, well, it's just that..." Tris trailed off doubtfully.

Picket leaned back against the tree as he watched, his face caught between a frown of sympathy, narrowed eyes of confusion, and a wavering smile of amusement. He cleared his throat and stepped out of the shadows of the forest into the moonlight.

"Um, Nova? Not really sure what's going on here, but I was just following you because Weezie wanted me to ask you if you could help with the deliveries tomorrow. There's going to be a lot and everyone else I asked was, quote, 'very busy, but I'm so sorry, sir,' en quote."

Nova shrugged. "I'll be there."

Picket nodded. "Thanks, I really appreciate it." He then grinned at Cassin, Tristan, and Xavia. "Hello there!"

Xavia smiled sweetly. Cassin waved haphazardly. Tristan saluted dramatically. Pick rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Tristan."

Picket then turned toward the young doe, Tris, and knelt in front of her. He saw a mark on her face, and although she looked feisty, he also saw hurt in her eyes. Pick felt a beat of worry and took a deep breath of the clear night air. This? In the mending?

"Could you please tell us what's the matter?" he asked gently.

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Tris couldn’t believe this was happening. Picket Packslayer himself, along with many other rabbits surrounded her, asking if she was alright. She turned her face away so they couldn’t see the mark on her face. “There is nothing wrong sir. I was just heading to get food for my father.” Picket looked down at her, and his eyes were filled with doubt. “No! Your not okay! We did see you run here crying!” Tristen interrupted. Tris scowled. “I’m fine okay!” She said angrily, getting to her feet. “I don’t need help!” but her voice broke at the end, and a sob escaped. She crumpled to the ground without warning, covering her face with her arms, and shaking with sobs. Xavia ran to her and held her tightly while the others stood back awkwardly. “Tell us. Let us help you make your mending.” Xavia whisperd. Tris took a deep breath, making sure she could speak. “Help me.” She could barely make a sound with out breaking down again. She hated it, how could these random rabbits help her if not even those closest to her could? Why was she breaking now, when she had been strong for years?

then she whispered back,

“help me, it’s like the walls are caving in! I feel like giving up, but I just can’t! I’m not enough.”

scilence.

no one spoke.

Then Picket spoke, “come with me, I’ll take you to my house and we’ll get you some soup. We WILL find your mending. I promise.” We will find your mending