Really, I'm Okay.

With the crystals that had been steadily sprouting from her crown over the last few days she was vividly reminded of the way the children of the island had been when they were infected with the various forms the illness had taken. Cerberus had ended up being the only one she had attempted to treat directly during that time, but she had seen Scylla and Albion as well because of Siren. Those were memories that she wouldn't soon forget and horrors she hoped they never had to live through again. The aquamarine crystals that had formed a tiara around her forehead seemed to be unrelated or perhaps a variation that didn't come with the other, more harmful side effects as last time, but her and Siren were no doubt watching her condition closely. So far there was no ooze, no coughing, no pains other than the headache that was similar to a pup growing in new teeth, and her mind was clear. She had already planned if any of those symptoms did appear she would have to lock herself away like they did the pups. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally pass the infection on to Rusalka or anyone else so it would be for the best. For now though, she was just cautious and wary of this odd mutation that had decided to choose her as its target.

With the children and their wellbeing on her mind, she went to find Scylla or Albion to check up on them. Walking through the island compound, she did eventually find the slate and ivory splattered girl resting on the wood decking. Her brother was nowhere to be seen, but she assumed he was probably still avoiding the light. Well, at the very least it would give her a moment alone with Scylla which she didn't think she had ever had. Usually when she was around her lover's children it was with Siren. The newly appointed queen walked over to the small pup, offering her a smile. "Hello, Scylla," she greeted fairly simply, settling on her haunches beside the girl. Scylla and Albion were both beautiful children, something that she had thought of them both since they were born. It always made her wonder what their father looked like, but she never allowed herself to ask Siren anything about the man she claimed to be a water god. It would be their secret to the end of their days—one that Dalila had fully forgiven and forgotten despite the way it had torn her and her love apart right after it came to light.

"How are you feeling?" she questioned with a tip of her head, looking for any signs of the injuries she had gathered to see how they were healing. The ooze that had plagued her seemed to have dissipated completely, but it was hard to tell from the limited amount of time they spent together so it was worth taking the time to actually check on the young wolves.

WC: 502
Total: 862 / 1500

"Dalila Vista Rocha"