Even Servants Need Vacations

As was her way, Irilyth never complained about anything. She simply kept her head down and raspberry eyes on the work at hand. Since being abducted into Manea's employ, the petite little wolf had been an acting nanny and maid to the Mendacium matriarch and her family, maintaining their den spaces throughout their travels, keeping their belongings orderly and clean, tending to and watching the pups when they were smaller (although now they needed her less and less), and satisfying the occasional needs Master Alastor had. She'd existed in the background, doing work behind the scenes so that Manea could lead her family and found her pack. She had no complaints for the living arrangement, of course. This life afforded her the safety and survival she needed and asked for very little in return. Just menial labor of daily chores, allowing the patriarch to use her body when he desired, and the infrequent application of her medical skills as the pack's de facto healer.

Irilyth had only recently gotten herself settled back into the cozy den she'd had when Elysium had been a humble band and was busy stocking her shelves with tonics, salves, and poultices of medications and drugs. Traveling as a band hadn't really afforded her much opportunity in the way of building a stash of medicines or herbs, but now that they were more or less stable, she could begin to prepare for any eventuality. Relm had seen hell this past season, and with Mistress Manea's heat season looming around the corner, she wanted plenty of neonatal supplements and birthing aids on hand. The tiny blonde fae was actively mixing up some of those supplements when Manea graced her doorway with her presence, her regal voice making Irilyth jump with a start.

"Mistress Manea," she greeted the Genetrix with a quick turn and demure bow of her head. Manea's order to cancel the rest of her plans and take a day off with her made the servant girl peer up through long lashes with apprehension to her mistress. "Yes, Mistress. Of course." Irilyth hurried to set aside the potions she'd been mixing and then smoothed out her fur. Not wanting to keep Manea waiting, the golden blonde and cream fae hurried out to present herself before Manea at the den's entrance, gazing with quiet obedience up to her Mistress as she awaited her next order.

"Irilyth"