Right. So he was pretty happy to have her in his arms right now.

Isiea gets to her feet, in a worse mood than normal. Wren tilts his head. "Are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall."

"Yep. Fine."

"Are you sure? Your forehead is bleeding."

"That's from before."

she was happy to be in his arms. It was nice.

She wondered why on earth her husband would be talking to the little wretch.


Right. And since he was a Summer fey, he was pretty warm, too.

That was nice too. Made her a bit sleepy, but it was fine.

"Before what?" He frowns in concern. "Did you get attacked by something?"

"Yep."

"Do you know what it was? If it attacked you it may attack somebody else."

"A siren. Pretty sure she was drunk, or rabid, or something."

Hey, might as well get some sleep in any way, huh?


Ares now stood next to Isiea, eyeing Mab's warhorse. They weren't...exactly the best of friends.

That's true. She started to fall asleep.

Of course not. Glaze, however, likes basically everybody. She's in no way a war animal- that's what her sister, Pyre, is for. She comes right over to Ares, tail wagging, and sniffs him curiously, before yipping and licking his forehead as if he were her own sibling.

Wren frowns. "Were her gills bleeding?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Then she's not a concern. She'll be dead by now."

"Oh. That's... good? I guess?"

"No. It is not. If her gills were bleeding, that means iron got into her system somehow. It's extremely possible that she's not the only one, and it got into their water; it could fell an entire village of sirens if there was too much."

"...Oh."

He lets her, not moving.



Ares shook his mane, sniffing Glaze curiously