All the Things She Hid {Zero/Vl'kan}

[Bellatora]

Iirla was back in her room after that night... Faranth... She felt... so wrong... so disgusting. More than before. She didn't want this anymore. Her child... she couldn't do this to her child... And she couldn't do this to... Vl'kan... But she didn't deserve him. She never had. Not from the first moment they had... said they loved each other to this moment when she lay curled in a corner, her body racked by sobs. She felt cold and all alone... She pulled her knees up against her stomach as much as she could and just lay there.... feeling beaten. Feeling like the prisoner she had always been... especially on the inside.

Oh Mine... I told you... you needed to be honest with him... with yourself. You should never have let it get this far.

"Like you were any real help, sharding lizard!" Iirla hissed through gritted teeth at her gold. I'm sorry, mine, but I was NOT the one going out and making those choices...

Iirla felt new tears come to her eyes once again and closed them tightly. Vl'kan was not here right now... but that didn't matter... she neded to talk to him... and she felt exhausted and alone... she felt safest here... in this corner... where she wasn't going to screw up again... Oh Faranth... she could have seriously harmed her child... her little girl, though it was her little girl who had saved her this time, kept her from giving into Tikrin. She touched her stomach... And... Vl'kan. Oh Vl'kan. She had undoubtedly hurt him... again and again and again. And he was always afraid of hurting her... but.... Faranth. She should just tell him. No more excuses... just admit the truth. All of it... Her struggles... ask for his help... his support... he was the only one that could, right. She ahd almost allowed herself to be drawn in by that stupid Candidate... it was just Vl'kan... and their child that had kept her from truly giving in... made her stop herself. Faranth. She could have hurt her baby... Even when she had gone to talk to S'bel and he had shaken her so badly... it was her baby that kept her from saying or doing things she would regret... "Faranth..."

But those times... were different... she had realized something then... And she needed to deal with it... she needed to tell him... everything.

Izanycorth crooned softly. Thormyth, please, send quickly for yours... Mine is not well... not right now. She needs him. Now.

[Zero]

"There, how's that feel now?" Vl'kan stifled a yawn as he tugged at a thick strap across Thormyth's back. He was currently in the process of refitting his garnet with a new set of riding straps as their last ones had been torn during their last fight with Thread. After candlemarks of oiling and reoiling the stiff leather Thormyth had finally decided they were fit enough to wear and now the tedious task of making sure they fit properly was at hand. I don't like them, our other ones were of superior material.

The Weyrleader sighed and dropped his head to his chest, preparing to explain this once more. "They are the same just newer, we have to break them in still." The garnet growled and swung his massive tail around and knocking his rider right off his feet. They do not feel the same. I don't like them. With a gasp of shock quickly turning into a grunt of pain as his back collided with the hard stone floor, Vl'kan glared at the large crimson dragon and hauled himself to his feet. "Fine they're not the same. Happy? Give it a few days, they'll feel better."

Wincing and rubbing at his back, he set to work undoing the harness and hanging it up neatly on the wall. He was ready to lay down for a well deserved rest. No sooner had he reached his bed, about ready to face plant in his pillow, did the irritated voice of his dragon slip through his mind. With a frown, Vl'kan forced himself away from his bed and dragged himself out into the hall. It took him little to no time at all to reach the door he was searching for and rapped his knuckles against the wooden frame, oblivious to the crushing wave of news he was about to receive. "Iirla?" He stiffled a yawn and rested his forehead against the door. "Thor said you needed to see me?"

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[Bellatora]

Iirla heard him and she flinched. Faranth... She put her hands over her head. Just go in Vl'kan... she can't answer you right now... she is too... unwell... Izanycorth's voice held a hint of both annoyance and concern as she spoke to him. She almost sounded afraid.

Iirla had yet to move from where she had curled herself in the corner. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was streaked with tears. There was no way she was going to be getting up by herself. She shouldn't have even gotten down. It was because of him that she had said no... yes... it was because of him... that she had what she had...

She is going to make herself sick... and the baby. You must get to her now, MyKing's... Izanycorth's tone was more worried than before.

Iirla felt like she was going to be sick... any second now. She opened her eyes, a sort of defeat and death lying in their depths. She placed a hand on her stomach.... even the feeling of the young life did not rouse her... nor did her dragons prodding. In fact... she hardly heard the gold. It was all her fault. She had never deserved Vl'kan in the first place... sHe had never deserved anything in the first place. she was worthless. She was a slave. Her worth was in... there was no worth. Who was she kidding? A slave was only worth what hte master wanted them for... She shivered at the memories that slithered at the back of her mind, the sickening feelings building in her again. She didn't seem like she was going to move any time soon... Her flitters chittered and crooned and tried to rouse her... but she refused to be moved... she just... shut them out. She needed him. But she wasn't sure he would want to see her... he hadn't been staying with her here... didn't that mean he didn't want her? Faranth... it didn't really matter... she didn't deserve him in the least anyways... She shifted slightly, but did not move. She closed her eyes. She was pale.

[Zero]

Another yawn and he ruffled his hair as he waited, having half a mind just to walk in. After all, why was he waiting to go into his own weyrmates room anyways? Sleep deprivation. Vl'kan shook his head and reached for the handle, only stopping short when it wasn't his dragons voice, but Izanycorth's, the interrupted his thoughts. Something was...was wrong? He couldn't get that door open fast enough.

Flinging the door open he stepped into the room and blinked, trying to get his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Iirla?" He spoke her name with a bit of uncertainty till he finally spotted her curled up on the far side of her bed. "Iirla!" Vl'kan bolted across the room, nearly tripping over a chair in the process, till he skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees at the side of her bed. "What happened?! Are you hurt, did you fall? Talk to me!" His brow creased with worry, Vl'kan gently wiped away a falling tear from her cheek as he waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. Wondering if she had fallen and cursing himself for being off fitting a new harness on his dragon and thinking of doing nothing more then sleeping straight after, instead of being where he should have belonged, which was here, with her.

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[Bellatora]

The dragon was not happy that it was taking so long for him to understand the urgency of what was going on... though he was soon charging int hte room. Good. Hers needed him. Now. She was becoming more and more far gone on the inside... She won't even speak to me... Thormyth's... help her... The dragon sounded plaintive, as if she was begging. Iirla needed him as uch as she felt she didn't deserve him in the least.

She heard him and she flinched slightly as if she had been hit, tears falling anew. How... what.. what could she say to him... Her life was a fake, a charade and... he had been the most real thing in it... he and her dragon... and.. Faranth he had forgiven her again and again.. she didn't deserve him. And she didn't deserve him tobegin him... she had made herself less than worthless.

He had spotted her... And he was so quick at getting to her. She heard something fall and she winced. She didn't think too much about it at the time... she felt so lifeless.... She closed her eyes again. She didn't respond. not for a long time until she opened her eyes, which... looked so dead and far away. She was quiet as she finally spoke. "I... am... sorry..." the words were heavy... as if they fell from her lips. "You deserve more... I am not any good..." her statements were broken and her expression didn't change. She was still crying. She didn't even deserve that. And she had just... made things even worse... She deserved him even less than she thought before.

"Vl'kan..." she closed her eyes again. She needed to tell him the whoel truth... the whole story... about everything... Faranth... but how...

[Zero]

Vl'kan frowned and peered through the darkness as the WeyrQueen's voice entered his mind again. It wasn't like her to speak to others so easily. Well, at least he didn't recall getting word directly from the gold dragon, usually it came by way of Thormyth. I'll take care of things Izanycorth, don't worry. He replied so quickly and easily that he didn't stop to think that the Queen wouldn't be able to hear his thoughts and of course there was no hope of Thormyth being anyones messenger and passing things along.

He was still kneeling at the side of her bed, waiting for some sort of response when he saw the fresh tears began to slide down her cheeks. Yet time went on and no words passed her lips. Vl'kan gritted his teeth and made the move to get to his feet and call the healers, maybe even J'dol. Something was wrong and if she wasn't going to tell him, he was going to bring in the healers to help him out.

A subtle shift of her body and the softly uttered apology, however, stopped him in his tracks and he settled himself back down on the floor. "Sorry? Sorry for wha-- Iirla...what's gone on? Why are you so upset?" Another frown creased his brow, his eyes a storm of emotions. "Tell me. Tell me and I'll fix it..."

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[Bellatora]

Iirla swallowed. "I... I am so stupid, Vl'kan..." She reached a trembling hand towards him, letting it drop as if she had no strength left. Because she certainly didn't feel like she did. She looked far away... almost as if she was dying already... She bit her lip slightly, feeling her tooth cut into it Faranth. She brought her hand to her mouth with a frown, as if she didn't understand and wiped at the thin trail of blood. She was sure he woulnd't much like that.


She is not listening t me! She is shutting me out! Do something! Do something now! Izanycorth was scared. the feelings coming from hers were frightening. She didn't think he got it, though.. so she pressed them against Vl'kan's mind. Her turmoil... she feels like she wishes to die... Fix her... please... please... The queen was begging now. She was indeed scared. Very scared.

"S'bel... J'dol.... all my mistakes.... all my stupidity... incompetence... the things I did to hurt you... I'm sorry... Oh Vl'kan.... I... I need you.... to help me... if you can ever forgive me..." She swallowed and closed her eyes tightly. "When you and I were apart... J'dol and I kissed... then after we were together... I went back to tell S'bel I wanted no part of him... he... he threw things at me... and... grabbed me... and kissed me so harshly..... I couldn't... couldn't think... Ara saved me... And... a candidate.. Tikrin.... he showed advances... but you... teh baby.. I don't ever want to hurt you again... I turned him away..." She looked at him searchingly. "because of you... and now... I know... i need to tell you... everything... You need to know..." She closed her eyes again, more tears starting to flow down her face.

"When... I was a slave... I didn't... just work... I was... used... and abused... and hurt... I'm worthless, Vl'kan... I don't understand... how you can love me... I... don't understand how... anyone can love me... Vl'kan... before.... before I was searched... I had a child.... by... the Lord holder.... because... of... things he did to me... and... they took him... He was never mine... Life at Sollace... I enver want to go back... I want them all to hurt... but... I can't... do anything about it... I..." she shook her head then and curled in on herself a little more. "I should... just pass on... go away... but you... our baby, Izy... you are my family... my life.. I can't leave you."

[Zero]

Finally, she spoke up and Vl'kan felt himself breathe a sigh of relief at finally hearing her voice for more than a few broken syllables. Though as pleased as he was to hear her speak, her voice did sound...off, strained and almost broken sounding. All at once he got an almost sinking feeling, in his gut and his stomach felt like it was starting to twist itself into knots. Something bad was in the works, that was certain, he just didn't realize how bad the news he was about to receive was.

Before anything though, Izanycorth was there in his head once more, cutting through his thoughts. Vl'kan bit his tongue. He didn't have time for the gold dragon to be digging in his mind. He was still trying to piece together his own thoughts and having Izy in there along with Thormyth, who was still grumbling about the new harness and straps, was not helping right now.

Shaking his head, he looked back down at Iirla just in time to see her failed attempt at reaching out for him. Then it happened. That name, that sharding name he despised with so much passion, fell from her lips with enough force to drag his heart straight down to the floor. Oh but it wasn't the only name, oh no. She continued to speak and the names continued to fall, each one hitting him like a sack of firestone to the chest. Three names. Had she just said three. different. names?

Vl'kan rocked back on his heels, finding himself unable to maintain his balance any longer, and slowly sat down on the cold stone floor. As if him moving too quickly would be the final straw in his world coming undone. He stared blankly at her, through her. He felt sick and his stomach twirled itself into even tighter knots.

"I...I..." He choked on his words as he struggled to make sense of what was being thrown at him. The past, or her life before Trelis, he could get through. That was something they could sit down and talk about, but this? This was something else entirely. He was speechless and numb. None of the anger or pain had sunk in yet. He was immobile, frozen, and all he could do right now was stare at her and slowly, hardly noticeably, shake his head.
From his ledge Thormyth gave a bloodcurdling and defiant roar.

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[Bellatora]

Iirla was quiet for a moment. "I... didn't.... do anything with them... Vl'kan..." She looked at him tiredly... there was still a deadness in her eyes. Like she was ready to give up. She wanted to.. "you deserve better than me... than me.. I'm worthless, Vl'kan... especially for you...

Her words were devoid of emotion. "I didn't... do anything wiht them... Vl'kan... not Tikrin... S'bel forced himself on me.... he threw things at me... Ara had to come... and take me out before he could hurt me further." She bit her lip. "I suppose... just... J'dol... but Vl'kan... that was in teh past... I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry.... please just be angry with me... just say something.. i feel like I'm killing you slowly... I feel like I'm already dead... the baby... that's all that gives me any hope... and I don't even deserve her... I deserve you any less... Vl'kan... i... I wanted something... to control... and... and... I let myself... just... go.. but... Vl'kan... oh Vl'kan... I don't deserve love... but you gave it to me... and I was stupid enough... to walk all over it... please Vl'kan... I truly want to try... I don't think... I could make it without you though... really change without you... Please... forgive me one last time, Vl'kan...."

Izanycorth hissed with irritation and sat up straight, listening to Hers. hers had hurt her mate too many times. Izanycorth liked having her mate. she liked having her Thormyth... and she wanted him all to herself. She hissed slightly. Mine! Listen! You will lose him if yo ucan't change! You want ot make a choice! You want to choose him! Then prove it!

Faranth... she wanted to come clean... so she was trying... x.x She was doing her best.... but... she wasn't sure if he could ever forgive her she couldn't expect him too... She wouldn't... She just lay there... feeling lifeless and weak.

She felt sick... very sick... she closed her eyes and just waited... and tried to just... remember she had to keep going... she had to... even... if he didn't forgive her. She wanted him to.... She wanted hi mto accept her adn be with ehr as she made her choice adn learned to truly love him... and.... she realized... he made her feel like she had value... when she had never believed it to this point.

Izanycorht hissed in irritation which was soon followed by her own roar of irritation. MINE! Listen to me! Listen to me or I will bring her here! I will bring her here right now! Both of them! Inali and Avirith's! You can't give up. Thormyth's... please... make her listen... say something to her... she is only living for your child and because of me... I need you and Thormyth... MINE! You want to live! you want to be loved! MINE! Listen to me! Izanycorth was not happy... and by now she was sure that the whole Weyr had heard by now.

Iirla finally moved slightly, attempting to sit up... but... she was a bit.... dizzy and far away... She was sure.. she had lost him by now... She... flinched slightly, ready for anything... she wasn't expecting him to hurt her... but she wouldn't blame him... how could she... her past and her present were mixing together at this point...

[Zero]

"Forgive you? One more time?" He repeated somewhat coldly as he slowly began to climb to his feet. "One more-Shard it, Iirla! There shouldn't have even been a second time let alone whatever count we're up to now!" Vl'kan sighed and crossed the room. He had finally found his voice. No longer was he numb and cold, but slowly giving into the mix of anger and pain that was engulfing his mind. If he hadn't gotten away from her and started pacing, he would have most likely regretted.

Then S'bels name came up once again and the Istan stopped his pacing. Quickly he spun around, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched in a wicked scowl. "He did...he did what to you?" His hands clenched into fists at his side as his eyes swept her body, almost as if he was looking for a telltale sign that the bronzerider had harmed his weyrmate. That arrogant bastard. "I'll kill him." Vl'kan swore under his breath before turning to look towards the cave leading out onto the Queens ledge. Just in time to see a rather irritated Thormyth backwing and come in to land.

The WeyrKing snarled as he slithered into Izanycorths chambers, not too pleased at having been disturbed or at the flurry of emotions he was feeling from His. Vl'kan met the swirling, crimson streaked eyes of his bonded and turned back to look at Iirla, though it pained him to even look at her. "Am I not good enough? Is that...is that why you go around and somehow find your way into the arms of these other men? I mean somehow," and he chuckled somewhat manically, "in some twisted little way, is this my fault? Did I drive you into the arms of that pathetic bastard?"

His hand fell to his side and fingered the hilt of the sharpened blade he kept on his person at all times. Up for a little bloodshed tonight? Thormyth gave a dark, draconic chuckle. I could use the exercise. "Good." The Istan drew his blade and passed it from one hand to the other, getting a feel for the old worn handle and weight of the blade. One way or another this was ending...tonight.

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[Bellatora]

Iirla shivered as she watched him. He was frightening when he was so angry. She closed her eyes and flinched, as if just waiting for the first blow to fall. "Not one more... Vl'kan... last time. Very last... Please..." her voice was strained and she felt horrible.... "I... know... it never shoudl have happened... It never should have. I don't deserve you. You deserve better than me... I... I have no right to ask your forgiveness... not again... You... loved me... I was horrible to you... instead of loving you like I should... Like... I konw I have... I have been horrible to you... I've run from everything... everyone... I-I'm sorry... I..." she couldn't speak anymore, sobs racking her body, her words lost forever. She bowed to him like a slave before her master, ready for his punishment to come at any moment.

Iirla lifted her sleeves to reveal the bruises which were dark purple where S'bel had first grabbed her. He had missed with the objects he threw... he had thrown them all around her. "He... he.." she covered her face and tried not to cry anymore, trying to hide her shame. She didn't say anything to that. She didn't want S'bel to die... but... She was Vl'kan's and Vl'kan's alone. It was... what Vl'kan had to do... because of what had been done... and as Weyrleader... he could be exacting punishment... though... killing a wingleader... was not wise... She didn't speak. Her mind wasn't entirely there... instead she was waiting to see what Vl'kan... was going to do. To her or with her... would he be rid of her. She placed a hand on her stomach. "I'm sorry..." she whispered... "I'm sorry..." the second was to her unborn child.

Izanycorth hissed slightly. Hers was in such turmoil... Her eyes swirled quick reds and oranges, but she made room for her mate without protest. He did force himself on her. He did throw things. He only narrowly missed. She may have a cut on her shoulder from a shard of glass from one of the items. Look there if her bruises are not proof enough. The queen's voice was spoken blatantly to all in the room and her growl was low and dangerous.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Vl'kan... no! You are good enough! You are everything I could ever want. I am to blame. I am... the one who tried to run out of fear and an inability... to understand." She looked at him in shock. "Vl'kan... you didn't... He..." she shook her head. "It started when I was a Weyrling still... I... let myself be drawn in... and I.. didn't feel like I could get free of him... He isn't loving... not... like you always have been... He... He would get so angry... I was... afraid of him..." her voice became a whisper as she looked down at her hands. "I... made so many mistakes... I wanted to keep him happy... so he wouldn't hurt me... but... I never wanted him. Never." She looked at him, a deep sadness in her eyes before dropping her head and seeming to bow again. As if she was seeking forgiveness from ehr master.

Iirla took a deep breath and flinched, as if the knife were meant for her. As if he was going to use it on her... but she knew... it was meant for S'bel. He was going to kill him. But... did that mean anything... about them. Would he still want her... to try. And how could she be okay with murder. Shards... but... he had ever right to the fight if he so wished it... and she would not stop him... She wouldn't disagree with him or go against him. He was her mate... and... her leader. And... more than anything... the man she loved... and would soon be the father of her child... She had pushed him to this. It was her fault. Any blood shed would be on her head.... on her hands... this was her fault.

[Zero]

Thormyth growled, obviously he could not fit into the room His was standing in so he reached out and grasped at the mans leg with an outstretched claw and pulled him in towards his chest. Not expecting the maneuver, Vl'kan stumbled slightly and dropped the knife as the garnets claw closed around his leg and basically dragged him across the stone floor. Grunting, he bit his tongue to keep from crying out as his companions claw left a fresh gash in his leg and he felt the blood flow freely down his leg. "Sharding dragon, let me go!"

The garnet growled yet kept his hold on the Istan, perhaps even tightening his grasp somewhat as he pulled him closer and seemed to curl about the man. Thormyth's own twisted version of comforting His. I told you from the beginning there was only me, Vl'kanMine. No one else would possibly understand that deliciously twisted mind of yours, least of all her. Which is why you're left hurting time and time again. Crying out in frustration and pain, Vl'kan pounded his fists against the crimson hide in a pathetic effort to free himself from the bloody grasp. Though he only succeeded in gaining further wounds and torn clothes from his struggles. "I don't care! I want him dead for what he did to her!"

And I would be thrilled to dispatch that old bronze but I am not yet at full strength. It would be a glorious bloodbath but if I'm going into a fight I would prefer to be at my peak. Thormyth chuckled, amused at His' attempts at freedom. As if there was any chance the man could get out of his grip without his allowing of it. With a defeated sigh, Vl'kan dropped his head and his shoulders sank. All at once he didn't even want to be in the same room anymore.

"Even if I mean nothing to you, even if this was my fault, she," he motioned with an idle flick of his free hand towards her stomach and the child within. "She should have been at the forefront of your mind."

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[Bellatora]

Izanycorth hissed irritably. ENOUGH! She turned to Thormyth and nipped his shoulder insistently. The fight will come soon, my mate... But please... leave yours be. I do not wish to command you. She hissed irritably.

Iirla stood and moved to Vl'kan. "Vl'kan... Thormyth! Please...!" She bit her lip hard enough for it to bleed. She reached out for his hand. "I'm begging you... please...." She had tears in her eyes. "Vl'kan... It isn't your fault. I screwed up. It was me."

She watched with wide eyes as Thormyth dragged him across the stone floor. Izanycorth was not entirely happy with the goings on. But she did not want to upset her mate. He was her mate. She had marked him. He had marked her. She loved him, even if he was self-centered.

"Vl'kan... Please.... Thormyth... You say I can't ever understand but you know nothing of me! You don't even know your own mate! You're too self centered!" she was challenging him.. because she wanted Vl'kan. she wanted him there with her... and she wanted the dragon to stop hurting him. "Let him walk out if that's what he wants! You're just injuring him!" Suddenly... she didn't care about herself... but teh child... she cared about the child's well being... She wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively and tried to stay out of the Garnet's reach. She had to protect the child... had to. She couldnt' make him stop it seemed and so she sat.

MyKing, let mine come to me. SHe needs me as much sa yours needs you. The Gold stood to her full height, wings flared slightly as she locked quickly swirling eyes on Iirla. "Iz..." At least her dragon woudl always love her.

"Vl'kan.... You mean more to me than I could even understand... It isn't your fault. It isn't..." She sank to her knees, arms around her stomach again as she looked up at him. "She is... She and Izanycorth's insistance... and you, Vl'kan.... are the only reasons... I'm still alive..." She sat on her knees there and stared at him, her eyes wide and afraid.

"She and you... and Izanycorth. You are my world... My whole world... I... did stupid things... a lot of stupid things... and I screwed up... but, Vl'kan.. This time... I am saying it... thsi tiem I'm telling you the exact truth... I love you... no matter that there are dark depths in your mind... or that you ahve done things in your past you don't talk about... Faranth... But... I want to change everything... I want to love you. And I'm going to love you... even if you reject me... if you reject me... then I shall never allow another man near me or in my bed... even if I have to lock myself alone in my room when Izanycorth rises next... And I will have this child. She is your child and my child... I love her.... I love you."

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Thormyth lifted his head enough to level his swirling crimson and yellow eyes at Iirla as she boldly walked up to him and started demanding things of him. The garnet hissed, irritated that one could be so bold to his face, and slapped his tail against the floor. None order me around. He is mine! Vl'kan gasped slightly as the dragon subconsciously tightened his grip.
I can't breathe. With a low growl, the garnet reluctantly relaxed his grip and released his rider before lifting his foot and licking the remaining blood from his claw. Though he still continued to keep a close eye on His, refusing to allow him to stray far out of sight.

Vl'kan sucked in a lungful of fresh air once the crushing power of his dragons claw was no longer crushing him and fell into a coughing fit before sinking to the floor as his injured leg gave out beneath him. For the longest time he remained on the floor, just silent as she continued to speak to him. He didn't know what to say anymore. It just felt like they had been down this road too many times now. So much so he wasn't certain how much of his heart or his sanity remained but shard it if, even now, he still loved her.

Oh but how he wanted to be upset and mad with her! Yet for some reason he couldn't bring himself to it. "I think I need to lay down..." Pulling him to his feet and balancing on his less injured leg, Vl'kan slowly started towards the main room and the bed. Once or twice he nearly lost his balance and had to scramble for some sort of grip along the wall to keep from falling completely and busting his face open. Eventually he made it and gingerly sat down on the very edge of the bed, subconsciously trying to keep as much blood from getting on the bed as possible. There he propped his arms up on his knees and dropped his head into his hands. A ragged sigh left him and he closed his eyes, maybe hoping that perhaps when he opened them this would have all been a horrible dream.

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[Bellatora]

As the garnet slapped his tail against the floor, it unsettled Iirla, causing her to take a stumbling step but she merely narrowed her eyes at the garnet. "Yes, he is yours... but he is my love, my mate. Just like Izanycorth is mine but she is your mate." Her words were a fierce hiss. "Vl'kan...!" Iirla wanted to go to his side as he took in a lungful of air and the coughing fit that followed. she placed her hands gently on her shoulders. You could see closer that her hands had little scratches and cuts here and there, though no serious damage had been done...

"Vl'kan..." she said in a whisper, looking at him searchingly as he pulled himself to his feet. "Let me help you...." She put a hand on her stomach and tried to move to support him on his more injured side. "Should I call a healer... Vl'kan...?"

"Of course..." she said, subconsciously bowing ever so slightly to him as she followed him to the main room where the bed was. "Careful..." she whispered softly, doing her best not to fuss too much over him.

Iirla didn't try to get down to the floor - it would be too hard and definiately too hard to get back up. sHe already felt sick... She didn't need to harm teh child or herself any further.

OH! She should get him a towel or some bandages! She walked toward the bathing room and reammerged with a couple of towels. "Vl'kan..." she gently held them out to him, remaining an arms length away for the moment, not sure how close he wanted her to come... Especially at this point.

She fell silent and took a step back, taking on a servants demeanor and a humbleness again, sitting down in the chair across from him and not daring to raise her eyes to his.