oh making bad decisions

As Siren clung to her and cried with a pained groan that made her panic flare to an impossible height she held Siren in return, holding her tightly and trying to just be grateful that she had returned to her in one way or another. Her heart hurt for her princess, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what could have happened and failed. She tucked her head down over Siren's as the small woman cried into her fur, leaving gentle licks around her ears as she began to clean away some of the salt and sand that clung to her. Her ears perked at the request to take her home and Dalila gave a small nod, saying softly, "Of course, my love. Of course." Gently untangling herself from Siren's grasp for a moment, she oh so carefully lifted her battered form onto her back, waiting till she had a good grasp around her neck before she started to carry her back to the den, small tears of stress and relief pulling at her own gaze as she walked.

She went slowly and carefully so that Siren wouldn't be rocked around too harshly and carried her back to their den, bringing her lady to the large bed and resting her carefully upon it. It felt like if she moved too suddenly then Siren might break, as if she was the most delicate and fragile piece of the most precious substance in the world. Once Siren was settled on their bed she hurried and got a bowl and filled it with fresh water, placing it next to her as she shifted her worry into needing to do anything she could think of to care for her. "My lady... what happened?" she asked as she started tracing her paws over Siren's back, sides, and forelegs - carefully, oh so carefully - to make sure nothing was broken and there was no external injuries to mend.

"Dalila"