Making her way back to the dens after Chimera had finished having his way with her was no easy feat. The black and white behemoth of a wolf had been rough with her before, but this time he'd been downright savage, leaving Aliana limping, bleeding from her neck and beneath her tail, and aching all over. He'd ordered her to go find Siren to get patched up, and while she hadn't sought out the tiny princess for aid before now as she'd always been able to tend to her own wounds, this time she was in a much worse condition than she'd been in before. Every step forced her to suck in a shallow breath to keep from whimpering as the pain between her legs rocked her body to the core. She hadn't even had the energy to go wash Chimera's scent or fluids off of her yet. All in all, the cloudy monochromatic woman looked an absolute mess.

She made it back to their dens, peering around the coast to see if Siren was perhaps out on the beach again enjoying the rare sunny day, or if she was inside her dwelling with Dalila. Aliana whined a few times for Siren, not feeling strong nor confident enough to howl for her. "Lady Siren...?" she called out as loud as her voice could be, given her throat felt raw from her screaming as she endured Chimera's aggressions. If no one else on the island had heard her cries during their coitus, she would have been amazed. Or perhaps everyone just learned to turn a blind eye to whatever Chimera did. He was the lord of the island, after all, and she wouldn't blame the others if they did.

"Aliana"

Siren was on the beach, just out of view of the dens waiting for Dalila to return so they could enjoy dinner and then the sunset together. The sound of the surf was soft and soothing, so Aliana’s whines were a stark contrast that pulled at Siren’s attention. Dual toned eyes were pulled from the ocean as her dainty paws carried her back to the den and the sight of the battered woman. She was an absolute bloodied mess and if Siren didn’t already know what to expect from Chimera (Or hadn’t heard her cries through the forest) she would have been surprised. Unfortunately she was not, and that didn’t help the guilt that settled in her gut as she looked the poor thing over.

"Aliana,” she returned softly, and without another word led the way to the apothecary that would easily be turned infirmary as she laid out a soft leather for the woman to make herself comfortable on. Siren immediately got to work on a bit of pain medication and making a few water skins available. Siren tried to focus on the herbs she was compiling and not the smell of Chimera mixed with blood and sex that suddenly filled the room.

Siren turned back to her patient, trying to keep her expression even as she offered the first dose of herbs and wetted a cloth to put pressure on the still bleeding lacerations. "The ache should begin to dull in a few minutes.” She promised as her tiny paws lifted the towels to her neck and pressed against the torn flesh, hoping it was enough to halt the bleeding.

"Speech"

Siren came from the beach, and the moment the petite caramel fae's eyes found her there was a saddening lack of surprise to see the condition the mottled gray and white slave was in. When she had been purchased by the kindly demure princess, she had said she would do her best to put her back together when Chimera got too rough. Up until now, Aliana had been able to tend to herself with her limited medical knowledge and foolishly assumed that would be the worst of it. Chimera had shown her just how far he was willing to unleash himself on her. When Siren said her name and began to lead her into her apothecary, Ali limped wordlessly behind, keeping her head bowed low every step of the way while Siren set up a workspace for her. She lay her aching body down onto the supple leather, trying to ignore the way her body seemed to radiate pain from within her deepest reaches and the soft patter of blood dripping from her neck and splattering on the leather.

Ali kept her aquamarine eyes turned down to the spatters of her own blood on the leather and covering her paws, feeling the warm liquid still seeping from the ragged bite marks on the back of her neck. She knew she must reek of Chimera, but she was silently grateful Siren didn't seem bothered by it. She had known. She knew what her brother had wanted her for, what he would do to her. That was why she had seemed so guilty when she purchased her. Aliana remained silent while Siren set to gathering some supplies: medicinal herbs and a damp cloth. All she could think about was the way Chimera had come at her, violent and volatile. She'd never seen him like that before. He'd been rough with her before, but in that moment, he was like a brute possessed. It had been terrifying and electrifying and exhilarating and intimidating. Ali had felt like her life had been in danger with the jaguar, and while she never felt that way with Chimera, he had done more damage to her than anything else had. More than the big cat, more than the slavers that had owned her, more than anyone. What had she done to provoke that in him? How had she messed up?

Siren presented her with the mixture of herbs and promised it would begin to ease the ache. Ali looked through the plants, separating them by kind as she identified them, maybe perhaps to distract herself from the stinging in her neck while Siren cleaned the wound left behind by her brother. The torn, ragged flesh around her neck had not been too severe, though it would leave noticeable scars and make turning her head painful until the wound healed. Ali didn't resist when Siren held the cloth to her neck, chewing down the herbs in the meantime to start easing some of the pain. "Thank you..." she spoke after a moment, her voice soft and shaky, as if still recovering from the daze of her violent intercourse with Chimera. "I don't know what I did to set him off..." Ali had been racking her brain, trying to think of something she'd said and done to upset him. But maybe he hadn't been upset with her? Maybe he'd just chosen to vent his aggression on her more than usual today. Maybe it was just Chi being Chi.

"Aliana"

Siren wished the woman wasn’t forced to walk so far but she couldn’t offer to carry her, couldn’t really offer her shoulder to lean on. The woman made it to the den easily enough, her limping obvious and the pain inflicted on her unmistakable. Chimera had used her to the brink of what she had to give. She was bleeding, badly, and was likely bruised horrendously inside and out. Siren wanted to focus on pain medication first, and Aliana gratefully took the herbs. Siren’s second order of business was to stop the bleeding at her neck. It was actively dripping from her shoulder, and would be easier to see to than… Siren tried not to think about what he’d had to do to damage her like this.

She was quiet, she tried to keep her disturbance to herself. Siren felt the deep guilt raise its head again, like she had been the one to do this to this woman. In a sense she had. She had chosen her to give to her brother, for exactly this reason. So it wasn’t her or Dalila. Aliana was a sacrificial lamb, Chimera could, and did, whatever he wanted to her. Ali thanked her softly, the sound of her voice was hoarse, probably from the screaming such abuse would have elicited. Siren pushed a water skin closer to her so she could soothe her throat.

She spoke again and Siren’s heart fell three stories. What had she done? What had she done to deserve this? Siren couldn’t look her in the eye, and carefully cleaned the wounds on her neck. The blood was easy enough to clear away, and she put pressure on the wound until it was enough to stop it leaking from her body. "You didn’t have to do anything.” She told her softly, trying to keep the emotion from her voice. "I..” she sighed softly as she lost her words. "I’m sure you’re perfect, Aliana.” Otherwise she would have been dead and not being tended to. If Chimera didn’t value her in some capacity he would have unleashed himself completely and taken her life.

Siren was satisfied with the wound’s state and she turned to grab some horsetail to help knit the wound together. The healer woman couldn’t do much but give aliana pain medication and anti-inflammatories for the wounds that were deeper than the surface. She’d need a meal to help replenish her blood lost, and sleep to begin the healing within.

"Speech"

Aliana would never know the guilt Siren carried in her heart for the slave girl's situation. This was the only life she had ever known, so she had no point of reference to know enough to feel sorry for herself. Not that she necessarily would anyway. Chimera kept her safe, gave her a home, kept her fed and cared for. He didn't lock her in a cage or tether her to a chain. He might have been violent towards her, but that was just his way, and as far as she was concerned, this life was still a far cry better than being a breeding bitch to the slavers that had owned her, locked in a cage for the rest of her life with her only purpose to slake their lusts and bear their children to be raised as future slaves and merchandise. Siren was quiet for the most part while she patched her up, which Ali was learning seemed to be the personality of the fair princess. Quiet, demure, introverted. That was perfectly fine; she was happy to stay in silence while she was tended to.

As time passed with pressure being put on her bite marks, the bleeding began to slow, clotting and closing the wound gradually. It was still too large and ragged to heal on its own without sutures of some sort, but Siren already seemed to be on that task as she grabbed some horsetail. Siren's words reassuring her that she did nothing wrong and she was perfect brought a strange flurry to the young woman's heart. She wanted to be perfect for Chimera so badly; she wanted him to be happy with her, but he was so hard to read. She had thought she'd been doing a good job up until he had ravaged her the way he had now, such ferocity seen only on Viper previously when she'd disrespected and angered him. Had she done something to disrespect him the way Viper had? Aliana was so befuddled, but it didn't matter. What was done was done and she could only pick herself back up and carry on as she had been, trying to keep Chimera happy and satisfied.

"I'm trying to be for him," she said while Siren began to prep for the next portion of her healing. Aliana felt woozy, her head a little dizzy from the loss of blood, no doubt. She would need to eat something after this. "I am so thankful for Chimera, truly I am. Please don't think I'm not grateful for the life he spared me from." Ali's ears folded back to her crown as she dipped her head in submissive apology, hoping she wasn't giving off the wrong impression to Siren. The last thing she wanted was for her words to come across wrong and Chimera to think she'd been disrespecting him further. Her eyes turned down to her blood-speckled paws, feeling her heart sink in her chest. "Is he going to kill me...?"

"Aliana"

Siren had never been able to read Chimera, there was no predicting him and she did her best to please her brother as best she could. She obeyed him, staying on the island, and doing what she could to show him she loved him. Siren loved Chimera, she wanted to make him happy, and she could relate with Aliana in that regard. The tiny princess pressed against the woman’s wounds, certain if she didn’t sew they might bleed forever. She moved onto quickly cleaning the area around the wound, disinfecting with the little bit of mead she had stored away. "This will sting.” She warned and washed the woman’s flesh before turning back to the binding plant.

Aliana spoke up again, mentioning that she wanted so badly to be perfect for Chimera. Siren was quiet as she worked on the lacerations, wondering what it was like for Aliana to be used so hard and yet she still wanted to please her keep her master satisfied. She was truly worth every bit Siren paid for her, she was everything Chimera needed. Not that Siren could have ever predicted that fact. Ali made sure Siren knew she was grateful for this life she was given, it was more than she could have asked for before her purchase, and yet here she was in danger of bleeding to death because of that same man.

That was what Siren had promised to prevent from happening. Being torn into like this was part of her life now, usually it would be easy to make sure she recovered with minimal scarring but… It only took one small slip up and Chimera could end Aliana, however more likely it would be for him to do it on purpose. Chi was all of their protector, but just as much as he kept them alive he could take their lives. He was the ruler of the island and they were all subject to his whim. "I know you’re appreciative.” She assured her, none of this would get back to Chimera. Nothing to the negative effect at least.

"I’ve never been able to predict him,” Siren started with softly. "I hope not, if he didn’t now.. I don’t think he wants to.” She finished as the bites to Aliana’s neck were officially closed. She wouldn’t bleed out here in the den. She’d saved her life, she kept Chimera’s possession in usable condition. She couldn’t let her close like she had Dalila, that would make moments like this impossible for the soft fae.

"Speech"

Aliana did her best to lie as still as possible so as not to make Siren's work any more difficult. She truly appreciated the young fae's assistance in keeping her mended and healthy. She would have found it deeply regrettable to have her life cut so short this soon after her liberation from the slavers. Siren flushed the wound with some alcohol, the forewarned sting of the antiseptic agent making her wince, but that was it. The pain was nothing compared to how Chimera's shark-like teeth had felt sawing through her tender flesh while he'd fucked her raw. Siren began to sew with practiced paws, stitching up the wound so it may heal properly. The caramel-hued woman commented how she knew she was appreciative and that reassured Ali that nothing bad would make its way back to Chimera, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief.

Siren explained how Chimera had always been unpredictable, how she hoped he wouldn't kill her. Hoped. She hoped he wouldn't kill her. Ali drew in a stuttering breath while she tried not to think too much about how it would feel if those serrated teeth of his ever nicked an artery. Would bleeding out like that in his arms feel mercifully fast or painfully slow? Would he even care enough to stop having his way with her if he saw her dying, or would he fuck her until she was nothing but a warm corpse in his grasp? Would he feel any bit of remorse? No, probably not... she was nothing but propter to him, after all. Just a tool to be used, abused, broken, and replaced. "I sincerely hope you are right, Lady Siren..." she agreed, and let the topic die.

Siren finished her sutures not long after that, the wound still raw and tender, but closed and no longer bleeding profusely down her back. Looking back up over her shoulder to Siren, Aliana offered her savior a small but grateful smile. "Thank you, My Lady," she spoke softly and plainly so as to avoid letting any pain enter her voice. Ali got to her paws slowly, still feeling woozy from the blood loss. She would get herself a meal to replenish her lost blood and then rest until she could begin to work again. As Ali headed for the door, she paused, lingering in the entryway as a thought crossed her mind. "I hope it's not too out of my place to say, Lady Siren, but I am glad Master Chimera has you in his life." She gave a little smile to Siren. "If this is how he is with your stability in his life, I'd dread to see what he'd be like without you." With that task done, Ali made her way back towards Chimera's den, intent on getting some much needed food and some rest.

"Aliana"