Now Look What You've Done

Manea stayed at Alastor's side until the medicine she had given him had fully taken effect and he was heavily asleep in a drug induced calmness. She always despised having to temper him like this, but when the alternative was watching him fracture into the splintered fragments of himself this was certainly preferable. She laid with him, stroking her paw over his forehead, until he was fully unconscious. Only when she was able to stand and shift away from him without him reacting did she feel like it was safe for her to walk away and leave him alone. She had told him that they would figure all of this out in the morning, but she didn't intend to wait that long. The longer she laid there thinking about how things had transpired the more angry she became and the more she couldn't remain laying still.

She stood in the doorway to their bedchamber for a moment watching her husband sleep before she stepped out into the main chamber of their quiet den. Stepping out into the cool night air, she briefly stepped down the path to where Kavik kept his den, catching him just before he was heading to bed himself. She asked a favor of him, requesting that he keep an eye on the entrance of her den and to call for her if Alastor left, and after promising him a reward for his help later she turned and went across the mountain range to the pack's medical den with the assumption that she hoped would be right that Relm would still be there to recover from the miscarriage. She figured that was likely where Irilyth would have cared for the pink-marked woman and considering how soon it was after when it seemed everything had taken place she didn't think that Relm would have gone back to her own quarters just yet.

Nearing the den, she immediately caught both Irilyth and Relm's scents coming heavily from the cave and she found that her assumptions were correct. She stepped past the entrance and Irilyth's golden form was instantly up and moving toward her, standing in her path. She looked down at the lead healer with a hard, stern look, silencing any of the protests that her lover might have had to her presence there. "Wait outside," she said firmly and when Irilyth began to protest again, Manea responded with a quiet growl, her violet lips pulling back over pearly teeth. "Outside. Now. I'll deal with you afterward." That seemed to finally get the point across to the smaller woman who stepped past her to leave the den. Manea let a slow breath out through her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment before she lifted her gaze to where Relm was laying. She didn't like having to talk to Irilyth like that, but they weren't leaving her much choice.

Stepping further into the den toward Relm, her expression was carefully flat and unreadable, keeping her own feelings about what had transpired to herself for now. She settled with apparent calmness onto her haunches near the other woman, her tail curling neatly over her paws. "Alastor told me what happened," she said simply and coldly, sparing Relm any explanation in that regard. "Where are the remains?" She wasn't here for her own benefit or for Relm's. She was only here on Alastor's behalf and if being able to properly grieve for his lost children would help him have closure then she would make sure he had that chance.

"Manea Mendacium"