That Don't Kill Me

Siren was watching Viper the whole time, as she came around the corner towards the dens her scent wafted her direction and dual toned eyes brightened. The young princess watched the woman, certain in her scent and now certain in her symptoms as she wretched and buried her bile. She wasn’t close enough to hold a true conversation, but Siren lifted herself from relaxing outside the dens. It was just about chill enough to sit out here with a nice fire, snuggled up to Dalila.

Delicate paws brought her closer to Viper, this time she actually had something to say. This time she wanted Viper’s attention. She looked the woman up and down, no expert on her physique but she was confident in her diagnosis. "Viper.” She addressed her directly, trying to find her gaze as she struggled to regain control of her nauseated stomach. "You’re pregnant.” Siren didn’t allow the fact to sink in for very long before she continued, "I’ll give you herbs to help your stomach.” The kindness wasn’t for Viper, but for Chimera. If he wanted his woman to be pregnant Siren had a duty to take care of her and his unborn. If he didn’t there were other precautions to take, but that could wait for when he returned.

"Siren Primrose Klein"