The war is over

To her relief, the pale female stirred, rising with a nod. Nesaea followed her into the sea, watching the shallow water become streaked with red from the siren's wound on her chest. She waded out a little further, dipping her head under and pawing at her cheek in an awkward attempt to wash off the dried blood. An unsightly stain remained on her face, however, and it was clear it would take a thorough scrubbing to rid herself of it. For the moment, though, at least it had been cleansed.

The girl stayed within the waves a few moments longer, taking deep breaths and releasing them with a string of nonsensical greek words to calm herself. The rise of voices behind her caused her ears to turn first, followed by a slow swing of her head. The fiery Amazon — the only Amazon within their ranks — stalked towards Caiaphas, spitting words that rang out over the roar of the ocean. Nesaea's heart skipped a beat when she fully comprehended what Aella had said. Kevlyn. He had been the youngest consort, the one Caiaphas seemed the most fond of. Although she didn't care much for males (if at all), Nesaea couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness within her chest that they had lost one of their own to Duskfire. Especially one so young.

Leucothoe's voice then joined into the cacophony, after the Queen's venomous words and Reek's squeal of pain as his joint was twisted back into place. She returned to the group, keeping her head low as she went to stand by her sister. With a side glance, she inspected the other youth's wounds, somewhat relieved only to find one on her shoulder. Gingerly, she licked the fur surrounding it to both clean it further and to provide encouragement. Her sister was right; there was no use squabbling, it would only further complicate issues and create greater unrest. They needed to convene with the Sea and Moon, let the Mothers show them which way was right.

Turning to the Matriarch, the silver youth gave a nod and slipped past Leucothoe to make her way to the grotto and fetch some of the kelp. She wasn't sure if a reset limb was able to be walked upon so quickly, but they were all most likely too spent to move too far. With no limb or chest wounds, Nesaea silently volunteered to venture to the grotto, having no injuries that impeded movement. She spied Callantha hanging on the fringes of the gathering and, drifting towards her as she walked past, the girl touched noses with the ward to reassure her.