The healer she has never met comes, looking first to Erebos, and Weaver watches with a strange interest. But soon Enna is turning to the rest of them, offering her services, and Weaver considers telling the Time Mender to pass on her. Her cuts are minimal, but here is a healer, and Weaver isn’t one to play brave because she thinks it’s smart. She just doesn’t feel like bothering a healer for every cut, but if one is already here, she might as well. So she lets Enna stitch her back together, and soon as the pieces of the bear begin to move, she is intensely grateful she didn’t pass on the opportunity to be healed.

Raven screeches as his prizes rattle and shake and pull from his grasp, though it is not a protest that leaves his mouth, it is fear. And Raven, like Weaver, fears little. He takes off, gone before the bear can reform, but Weaver stays put, hardly one to turn down a fight. Though even she isn’t entirely stupid. As she watches the dead thing pull itself back together, she knows it’s not a fight they can win. The ice drops around them until the bear is covered in a layer of ice itself.

And Erebos, of course, sticks himself between the undead thing and all of them. Wessex is the first to yell, telling him not to be stupid. The Beloved, who tells them all to go but it clearly still being stupid, because she intends to fight. But she notes that she was right, that Beloved too cannot die. Or maybe can, as Weaver does, but will not stay dead. Either way, she charges into the foray, coming to stand beside Beloved.

“Go. Beloved and I can hold him off, he can’t kill us.” Sort of. Close enough, but she wasn’t explaining the finer points of resurrection versus immortality right now. “As soon as you’re safe we’ll get out of here.” She was probably going to have to drag Beloved kicking and screaming, but she would if necessary. It was foolish to die if they didn’t have to, but she would stand between the undead ice-bear and take the hit to save those that couldn’t.

Her attention turns to Beloved. “There will a time for revenge, Beloved. Just not now. Let’s make it sweet.” Because if they tried now, they would only fail. She spreads her wings, trying to distract the bear, trying to give her companions cover to get the hell out of here so she could follow. But for now, she tips her head just slightly, aiming all seven horns toward the bear should it try anything.

- weaver -