this is how a heart breaks

Siren was a beautiful young woman, not that she realized that fact. She was sweet and humble, blind to her appearance. In her mind Siren remained the matted little puppy she had once been. Dalila had truly turned her life around, and deserved so much more than Siren gave her. Thankfully Aliana did not push or linger on her compliment as she lifted a paw to the healed wounds and praised her once more. She also gave Siren a glimpse into her relationship with Chimera, he had not been nearly as rough with her since he had returned to the island with his broken ribs. Siren nodded slightly, being mostly self taught at healing wasn’t anything to brag about. However, she did care and did her absolute best in every instance needing her attention. Especially with Aliana.

She wondered what all Dalila had told the woman, but until broken Siren still trusted the mottled woman completely. Even after all she’d done to her. The collared woman went on, her compliments abound and Siren flushed slightly and averted her gaze back towards the ocean. Completely unused to the shower of compliments. It didn’t feel like she was any of those things. "I had to come home with the best,” she teased, but told the truth at the same time. She didn’t feel like anyone could replace Dalila, but Ali embraced her role and flourished within it. "I’m glad you’ve found your place here. I… For a long time I felt guilty trading in flesh…” Siren shook her head slightly, trying to forget the slaver camp and trying to forget her mess with Dal.

"Speech"