All good things..

Sick, feeble, not entirely there, Asla made her way towards Kotori's call. The emaciated woman could still hide most of her bones beneath a bison fur coat as she'd been doing this whole time, but the light had dulled within her eyes and what fur could be seen looked brassy and unkempt. She was a mess. A corpse waiting for their ticket to be called.

Moving into the clearing, Asla's gaze narrowed as she noted the extensive wounds upon her younger brother's face and neck. Sick or no, fury rose within the blonde woman and teeth flashed as a low growl pulled from her. She waited for him to explain so she'd know who to go kill.

"Aslatiel"