#tohavelost

      she was pissed, but she was pissed because she was worried. as much as ellen didn’t like to admit it, her daughter had grown into a hell of a good hunter. injuries happened and worse often happened to the greatest of hunters. any time she saw jo injured it reminded her of what happened to bill, not like she needed any reminders. finishing up the stitches, she poured jo another shot as she started to sterilize the wound and clean up the blood from her skin. if ellen knew anything from her experience with the hunting world, patch up time was not the time to start a fight.   ❝  how are you feeling? do you have any more cuts? ❞

Jo knew that her mom hated when she showed up injured, but she also knew that she would much prefer her showing up injured than not showing up at all.  It probably would be easier if she just went off hunting, and dealt with any cuts and bruises on her own, but she loved her mom.  Yes, coming home after a hunt meant dealing with the scolding and worrying, and occasional coddling, but she knew it came from a place of love.  She downed the shot before wincing when Ellen began sterilizing the newly stitched wound, slumping slightly in her seat once she was done.  “Nothing I can’t take care of myself,” she assured, reaching over to place her hand over hers.  “Thanks mom.”

Pax vc: We don’t. Talk about it.

“and i’m older than your organization.” most likely. “so, when I say to lighten up? you do it.”