Island of misfit toys

The pair of women seemed oddly comfortable with one another. Chi could see the glistening wetness in their eyes and his mismatched ears tucked backwards. He wasn't oblivious to the feelings that his sister had developed for the slave girl. Siren was a sweet, caring fae. He was honestly surprised that she hadn't been able to like Viper. Then again, the small, brown and black wolf was terribly irritating. She was uncouth and lacked the grace and finesse that Siren possessed.

Dalila assured him that she was fine and Chi nodded in acceptance. He could smell her blood and the rich tang of herbs, but if she said that there was nothing wrong, then he wouldn't argue. The brute cleared his throat and looked away, preparing to leave the women to their...emotional whatever. He should sleep anyway. There was a plan forming in his mind and he had to sort it out. Had to make sure that the plan would be worth the effort.

"Well, if there's nothing else..." he trailed off before rising. It would be better to let them sleep. Better to let Dalila heal. Chimera fixed his gaze on Siren for a moment longer, a silent apology in those mismatched depths.