Lips like Morphine

Sitri chuckled darkly it wasn't good it was awful what the queen was going through. She was going crazy slowly, her body was giving up on her, that was not good it was painfull, and irritating and awful he imagined. He had seen the disease once and the whisperings of it was enough to make even his blood run cold.

Sitri dipped his muzzle yes Criedne it was nice and I do to. he grew quiet then and merely watched her with red eyes waiting to see if she had anything else to say, or if she was going. He didn't have much else to say, but she could certainly stay if she wanted too. He wouldn't mind, all he was going to do was sit there and dwell. And dwelling for him was never a good thing.