Hideaway Strath Super silence in the quiet

@Vein there is a picture in the disco

Arlette stood by Simmik when suddenly there was a white male. Arlette instantly curled her lips up, and her hackles raised. She had never seen this male who also seemed to be a healer. "Who are you," she huffed and noticed that Simmik was tense. She knew why, after all she told her that she had been taken against her will. Arlette felt protective of her and tried to stand between her. Not that she had the fighter's skills to protect her really.

"I'm not called 'Little one'," she returned and then he just trotted away. Her hackles fell, and then Kynareth came. Arlette had her own supplies for the wounds inflicted on Nyra. She helped her into the water and while she licked she listened to their conversation. Her licks halted when Simmik told him that Nyra did this to her. Nyra? What was happening here!? She didn't understand.

She continued but had to halt again when she said she was pregnant. Arlette remembered when she herself was pregnant. The female tried to shake it off. "They should be fine, Simmik. Your wounds are on your neck and by your ear," she commented. "But stress levels could so you have to stay relaxed. I have something for that. And, infection of course. So the wounds must be treated." Arlette wanted to get her wounds clean first though.

Arlette sniffed Simmik. She mostly smelled the blood currently. "It can, your hormones are changing so your scent will too. But now you mostly smell of blood." Arlette continued to lick the wounds clean, quickly so, using water as well. "Out of the water, please, and to the altar." There was light and the moss was soft on the stone. Now she would have to close the wound. But she didn't know is this white male was going to return with something she didn't know about.