oh making bad decisions

Dalila glanced up at Siren as she began to speak while her paws continued to examine her, carefully feeling and testing along the back of her neck, around her shoulders, down her legs, and along her back. She had no idea what to expect as she examined Siren considering the fact that she had found her washed up on the shore so she didn't want to take any chances with missing something that might need to be treated. She was glad when Siren drank the water she was offered and made a small mental note to go fetch her some more once she was done with her initial exam. She didn't even feel like she could really relax until she knew for certain that Siren wasn't injured and even then it would probably take a while for her unwind from the worry she had carried all night.

Her ears perked as Siren began to explain things, but the short explanation she got was more confusing than it was illuminating. Summoned? By a water spirit? What was a water spirit and how was she summoned by it? By now she was tracing her paws down along her sides, checking her ribs, when Siren simply said "he" before her words cut themselves off. Dalila's paws stopped half way, frozen as she suddenly heard herself in Siren's words. She had hesitated the same way after Chimera had raped her, remembering that hurt and shame so vividly despite the time that had passed. Dalila swallowed past the lump in her throat and she finished checking Siren's ribs before she shifted her attention lower.

Her paws lightly traced Siren's lower back, hips, and hind legs, looking for any points that made her flinch. If she found any she would stop and gently move on to another portion of her body or leg. Almost unwillingly her gaze shifted to more intimate parts of her love that she had become more familiar with in their time alone together, but didn't linger there long. Dalila didn't really need Siren to spell it out for her. She understood. The evidence was there of a man that was far larger than her body should have been allowed to partake in. Her lower half was in far worse shape than the upper. Dalila moved away for a moment, quietly getting more water to refill the bowl while she tried to process this new information.

"Did... Did he force you?" she asked quietly, her ears folded back as she feared the answer. There was really only two answers. Either Siren was hurt and violated on her watch, swept away from the island some how and subjected to this terrible fate, or Siren willingly agreed to let this happen. A confused and hurt emotion welled up in her chest at the possibility that it was the later as she awaited the answer, unable to bring her gaze up to meet Siren's. Instead she watched the bowl of water between them, settling back on her haunches and setting the water skin down beside her.

"Dalila"