Devil May Cry

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Azalea - she was so glad to have her home. And yet in her various travels, she hadn't had the chance to just catch up with the girl. After seeing her at the meeting ( as it seems to take place before this because Aza hadn't popped yet in that thread ) - she knew that something was off. She was larger, but Chrysanthe was sure that Glaciem hadn't fattened her up. Dread kicked in full force as she realized that the sentence was only half right - they hadn't done so with food - but they had definitely left the young woman with a parting gift. Chrysanthe was sick with worry, livid at the ice bastards - but more worried for her niece than anything else. She would set aside her anger and guilt aside and search for the red faced girl, until she finally caught scent of her in her den.


She had smelled this a few times now, the blood, hormones and most prominent - the fresh new life that came with pregnancy. Her heart was halfway up her throat by the time she was at the den's entrance - Erani was already there, helping Azalea deliver the children from outside. There wasn't any way that she could help, and so she would stand silent for a moment, vigilant behind the healer. Her niece would vomit, looking neither she nor Erani in the eye before rushing back to her den. As she asked how she did, Chrysanthe would wait for Erani to respond first. These children, they would be cared for within Valhalla, but past nursing, they did not have to be Azalea's responsibility alone. The father had to be one of the bastards in Glaciem - either their leader, or the brute that had died by her eldest brother's fangs on the battlefield. Both ended up with Azalea as a single mother.


Considering the stress of the entire ordeal, Chrysanthe was surprised that even two survived. Azalea really had done well. "Aza, you did wonderfully." She would speak gently to her niece. The woman would have gotten her something to eat, but she doubted she was ready to put anything back into her stomach just yet. "I'm here though, if you need anything. "I'm here if you need anything." With a small sigh she would turn to face Erani, standing beside her mother, nearly leaning on her - but just barely brushing her side. "Thank you, Erani. I couldn't have gotten her through this the way you did." Surely both she and her niece would have ended up panicking - what a thought! "Do... you know who they belong to?" She would whisper, not wanting to give Azalea any sort of grief - the question was for the healer's ears alone.


She had a good idea of who they belonged to anyways.