 A Poop * k8 *
Ember nodded at January. "I'm fine." Just...just guilty. She hadn't done...anything. Not that she could have--but the guilt was still very much there. But she was an adult. Twenty-three, to be exact? And she had dealt with the death of animals in her care before--but for some reason, this really got to her. Possibly because they had no idea what was going on, and they hadn't really...done anything to try to help. She didn't think it was anyone's fault--you can't cure what you don't know is going on.
But.
Sigh.
She nodded. "I know--" she said softly, going over to a sink to start the washing process when Harmony came in. Seeing the look on her boss' face just did her in. She had to bite her lip and woman up. "No--No. We didn't. I heard him screaming--and when I came in here, he was in his cage--like that--" she said softly. She had almost thought of CPR. But that was--not safe. Like, so unsafe that Ember wasn't even going to ever try it. "He looks scared, though. Look at his face--" she should have left his eyes open. Then Harmony could have SEEN it for herself. She began the...detox process of her hands...and sighed.
And sniffling..
....and not crying.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |