Another fork stuck in the road

ooc: so I'm not a dumb and forget later - after confirm prego but before packing bags

Ever since her talk with Siren and the conversation she had with Chimera afterward, she had gone back to most of her normal routine with Siren. Helping her in the mornings and evenings, keeping her long fur clean, keeping the den tidy. She liked to be busy and even if she was officially no longer Siren's slave she still couldn't keep herself from doing the things she had grown used to doing. For at least a few days she still tried to distance herself a bit, but slowly she started to try and ease herself back into Siren's life bit by bit. A little conversation here, working together on some herbs there. As much as she didn't want to admit it she still loved Siren so much and even though it would probably be easier on her to just leave she couldn't bring herself to and now she had promised Chimera that she would join him in his new pack so she would stay.

What had really begun to chip away at her was when Siren's nausea began, one of many signs that she was indeed carrying the pups that Dalila had anticipated. Seeing Siren sick, no matter the reason, softened her and she did her best to try and keep Siren as comfortable as she could. She started braiding more of the long fur around her face back into larger braids so there was no risk of it falling into her face when she got sick and Dalila was always there to rub her back and fetch her water. Without really intending to she quickly found herself spending most of her time with Siren again. It almost infuriated her how easy it was to love Siren. This was how she had ended up where she was, but at least this time she had a better understanding of things outside of just the two of them.

She had gone out for a couple of hours early in the morning to do a bit of training. It wasn't something she had kept up with since she was purchased by Chimera and Siren, but with the knowledge that they would be moving to a new pack and knowing that she was free to pursue whatever she wanted to do she had picked the hold habit up again. For now it was just shaking the rust off of fighting and defensive stances, practicing on the beach so the shifting sand under paw would help her rebuild her muscles more quickly.

She had gone out before the sun had even fully crested the horizon so she hadn't really been expecting Siren to be awake when she got back, but as she neared the den she heard the now familiar sound of Siren getting sick and immediately Dalila ran forward to find her, stumbling to a stop beside her and scooping her braids out of the way to hold them behind her. "I'm sorry, my lady, I'm here," she said in a soft, breathless voice before she could realize what she was saying while her free paw gently rubbed between Siren's shoulders.

"Dalila"