Pharmeceuticals for Psychopaths

Manea laid with Fia in their den until her little fireball drifted off to sleep and stayed there with her for awhile just to make sure she was fully and deeply asleep for her nap before she tried to move. As tended to be the norm for her these days, while she was laying in their bed in the quiet of the shadowed den she looked around, contemplating and thinking about things. She glanced up at the shelves that had once been lined with a series of bottles that had been destroyed in Alastor's aftermath following Fiametta's birth. She looked at the empty shelf for a while, wondering to herself why she had never bothered to ask what they were or what was in them for so long. She had simply trusted that Irilyth wouldn't leave anything harmful around and while that hadn't been wrong it had certainly given her a fright watching her husband down several vials of an unknown substance while in a crazed state.

Shaking her head a bit at the thought, she carefully got up from where she was curled around little Fia and tucked the fur in tighter around her sleeping daughter. With Fia successfully napping, she stepped out of their bedroom and back into the common area of the Mendacium dens. She heard a bit of noise coming from Irilyth's chambers and she smiled softly, moving toward the sound where she was certain to find her sweet handmaiden. Sure enough, the golden fae was there working away on various herbs and liquids that she couldn't identify. Healing had never been a skill she had been any good at, but it was an important and useful one none of the less. "What are you working on this time? Anything fun?" she asked teasingly as she stepped into the room, dipping her head to kiss Irilyth's cheek.

"Manea Mendacium"