The war is over

the siren queen looked dully upon leucothoe first, and then reek -- her gaze straying listlessly upon wynter as the three staunched reek's egregious wounds. her own injuries remained untended -- she sat there in the sand with the cold upon her belly and her flat elbows propped to the side to keep herself upright.

a red shadow crossed her vision and for a moment she thought it was tuwawi -- yet even the raise of caiaphas' hackles seemed depressed and complacent in their rising. she could scarce muster the energy to dispell aella's wrath. the female's words cut through her sharper than tuwawi's teeth ever could -- kevlyn was dead and his passing had taken with him half of the siren queen's heart. her resolve to live was slim.

she didn't even get up as aella confronted her, though it was not because she was confident in her capabilities to defend herself. in her supine position she looked positively wretched. "you're an idiot if you think that lowly of me." she spat accusingly, her dull gaze regaining a slight flame of conviction. "we tend to our wounded. we don't inflict more wounds upon them."

with a hiss the salt witch rose, stifling her pained complaints -- "there are herbs in the grotto, he will need them - red kelp to wrap the wound." she motioned to reek with an angular muzzle as she spoke with an expression most solemn.