It's what is expected of me

Siren was on the beach, just out of view of the dens waiting for Dalila to return so they could enjoy dinner and then the sunset together. The sound of the surf was soft and soothing, so Aliana’s whines were a stark contrast that pulled at Siren’s attention. Dual toned eyes were pulled from the ocean as her dainty paws carried her back to the den and the sight of the battered woman. She was an absolute bloodied mess and if Siren didn’t already know what to expect from Chimera (Or hadn’t heard her cries through the forest) she would have been surprised. Unfortunately she was not, and that didn’t help the guilt that settled in her gut as she looked the poor thing over.

"Aliana,” she returned softly, and without another word led the way to the apothecary that would easily be turned infirmary as she laid out a soft leather for the woman to make herself comfortable on. Siren immediately got to work on a bit of pain medication and making a few water skins available. Siren tried to focus on the herbs she was compiling and not the smell of Chimera mixed with blood and sex that suddenly filled the room.

Siren turned back to her patient, trying to keep her expression even as she offered the first dose of herbs and wetted a cloth to put pressure on the still bleeding lacerations. "The ache should begin to dull in a few minutes.” She promised as her tiny paws lifted the towels to her neck and pressed against the torn flesh, hoping it was enough to halt the bleeding.

"Speech"