Ribs burning, fur matted with blood and a mouth full of feathers. Hell, she'd been better as she stumbled up the stairs to the treehouse, stumbling through the door. Stomach bulging and nausea a constant burn in her stomach, she knew she should wash but the thought of going near the water set her skin to crawling.

Dropping the wings, she should have left them there, but they were all that was left. She assumed his family would want something to mourn over, do whatever death rituals they did with what was left at the end of the day... what wasn't digesting within the worm... A tomorrow problem, maybe the day after...

She hoped Ludo made it home okay, she had meant to offer him a place to crash before the journey home but kids these days bounced just as hard as she did at the same age, and she was almost certain he'd resent the offer after all that had happened. Bleary eyes burned with exhaustion and... maybe something else. She stumbled another step through the threshold, hoping her mum had the kids down her end of the ravine.

"speech"

Tidying the tree house and surrounding area, setting about grasping at the straws of normalcy. Dread was still trying to claw his way out of the doghouse, remaining close to Deluge's side wherever he can. Being the father he should have always been, false starts be damned. Scraps of blessed peace, Modesty watching over the hellions while he gets some work done around here. Taking the stress off Deluge where he can, even if the ways in which he does are small. The hollow thud of Deluge collapsing at the threshold sends Dread on high alert. From the fire pit around the bottom, he races up the stairs. She's a rough sight, bloody and bleary and... what the fuck did she have in tow? Wings? Brain kicking into overdrive before he sends it to a skidding halt. It doesn't matter. Not now. His first priority set, Halo's training in his youth kicking in. "Babe... what happened?" Brow drawing firm, immediately setting about cleaning the nearest wound with a gentle touch. His tongue, her forehead. "Tell me what hurts, I've got you." Dread is careful, tender, as he draws the woman around his shoulders. Holding her to him, guiding her to bed. Not a healer, but Dread's protective drive was hopefully going to be good enough. dread fallen

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