Down with the Sickness

Requiem's remark about being as young as you make yourself made the moonlit goddess smile, though it disappeared quickly as he mentioned her cough. Yes, they would need to fix that before she went out monster hunting unless she planned on serving herself up to them on a platter. There was no way she planned on making any moves until she got better. "What do we have to do? Atropos tried everything she knew to try; made such nasty concoctions..." She paused and shivered, her fur raised visibly as she caught chill bumps remembering the nasty potions the little witch had made her drink. "I think half of it was just to see what she could make me drink while I was down." Lurid said it jokingly, but there was a part of her that thought her sister took advantage of her weakness. Still, Lurid probably had Atropos to thank for not dying, and that fact alone kept Lurid from hunting her down for her pelt.

Looking out across her beloved tundra, Lurid gave a sigh in time with Requiem's. The sigh he gave meant he had more to say, and Lurid listened closely to his words. Licking her lips and swallowing hard, Lurid accepted his news about her family. Perhaps she couldn't count on them anymore, or maybe they were just as lost as Atropos must be. Maybe they waited for her to find them. There was still hope in the dark woman's heart, she wouldn't give up on her brothers and sisters. Furious as she may be at them, they were still her blood, she had to know what happened to them after she fell ill. "I would still like to look for them, they are my family. Knowing they haven't been hunted down would soothe me a little." Her siblings could be convinced to come back, she was sure of it. Until they found them though, it was just the two of them against the world. Lurid liked their odds because together they were unstoppable.

Lurid smiled while looking across the ice at the horizon. Holographic gaze seeming a bit far away, she gave a small cough to clear her throat. "Are you a family man, Requiem?" Her dual tones practically purred the question as she tuned that white-to-lavender gaze his way. She knew the answer, of course he was, but she needed to hear it. She missed motherhood, remembering times with Kichi as a pup. Lurid almost laughed out loud at one memory in particular: Kichi had scared her to death with a spider, making her angry at the time, but now she held such things close to her heart. She waited for the answer with bated breath, searching his face and gaze for any sign of revulsion or any microexpression she could see. There was a small part of her that whispered doubt into her mind, so she needed to hear it from him.