Rough Indestructible Surface

For the most part, Irilyth’s days were spent preparing for the band’s move and taking care of the Mendacium twins. Never in all her life would she have expected to be a babysitter to a noble family, but she supposed it could have always been worse. She could have been dead. Manea kept her fed and cared for, and Alastor offered her a degree of protection when he wasn’t bored and having his way with her. She’d certainly had worse deals in her time, that was for sure. Tonight, the golden blonde fae was finishing packing up the last of her herbs and medical tools. The children were asleep and Manea was with her family, leaving her to her own work while Alastor watched over them.

The bland monotony of the quiet evening was interrupted by a summons for Alastor from someone at the door. The giant brute rose to go see what it was, and then a few moments later he was calling for her to bring her medical supplies. Not wanting to keep her Master waiting, Irilyth snatched up the satchel she’d been packing and hurried out the entrance. There was another young woman there, clawed and bitten, covered in blood and… a quick sniff confirmed her suspicions. Had the poor dear been raped? "Oh, dear…" she murmured while she began to rifle through her satchel for the needed medicines. Contraceptives would be needed for sure, and potent ones given the girl was in her heat season.

"Irilyth"