It's what is expected of me

Siren wished the woman wasn’t forced to walk so far but she couldn’t offer to carry her, couldn’t really offer her shoulder to lean on. The woman made it to the den easily enough, her limping obvious and the pain inflicted on her unmistakable. Chimera had used her to the brink of what she had to give. She was bleeding, badly, and was likely bruised horrendously inside and out. Siren wanted to focus on pain medication first, and Aliana gratefully took the herbs. Siren’s second order of business was to stop the bleeding at her neck. It was actively dripping from her shoulder, and would be easier to see to than… Siren tried not to think about what he’d had to do to damage her like this.

She was quiet, she tried to keep her disturbance to herself. Siren felt the deep guilt raise its head again, like she had been the one to do this to this woman. In a sense she had. She had chosen her to give to her brother, for exactly this reason. So it wasn’t her or Dalila. Aliana was a sacrificial lamb, Chimera could, and did, whatever he wanted to her. Ali thanked her softly, the sound of her voice was hoarse, probably from the screaming such abuse would have elicited. Siren pushed a water skin closer to her so she could soothe her throat.

She spoke again and Siren’s heart fell three stories. What had she done? What had she done to deserve this? Siren couldn’t look her in the eye, and carefully cleaned the wounds on her neck. The blood was easy enough to clear away, and she put pressure on the wound until it was enough to stop it leaking from her body. "You didn’t have to do anything.” She told her softly, trying to keep the emotion from her voice. "I..” she sighed softly as she lost her words. "I’m sure you’re perfect, Aliana.” Otherwise she would have been dead and not being tended to. If Chimera didn’t value her in some capacity he would have unleashed himself completely and taken her life.

Siren was satisfied with the wound’s state and she turned to grab some horsetail to help knit the wound together. The healer woman couldn’t do much but give aliana pain medication and anti-inflammatories for the wounds that were deeper than the surface. She’d need a meal to help replenish her blood lost, and sleep to begin the healing within.

"Speech"