DREAD IN MY HEART / open, suicide attempt

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☼ - During her time in Tanglewood, Delphinium had to focus less and less on focusing her energy around her. The kitsune had grown comfortable in her new home, enough so that she did not feel the need to compulsively track the spirits around her as they moved about their daily business. Today would be the first time she was faced with a consequence of letting her guard down, blissfully unaware of the life draining out of malphas like a leaking faucet. Perched high in a gnarled tree, closed eyes opened slightly at the sound of mud splashing beneath paws to catch sight of Morgan passing beneath her very clearly on a mission. Disturbed from her light sleep Delphi rose, reaching blunt claws forward to stretch on the branch. By the time she had loosened her muscles Morgan was passing beneath her once more, in just as much haste has he had been the first time he passed her. It wasn't much her business to what the Samoyed was up to, but instinct was not something easily ignored and it drew Delphinium after him. Unfolding her wings, the mythic stepped from the tree branch into the open air, catching the wind with a beat of her wings to glide down behind Morgan as the unfamiliar form of Malkyn came into view.

As her paws made contact with boggy soil at the edge of camp the scene came to her with clarity. Dazed before them was Malphas, frenzied around him was Morgan, and calculating the situation altogether was the sightless Malkyn. Malphas did not stink of illness as would be typical for this sort of reaction, but his energy had a weight to it that made Delphinium notably uncomfortable as she slid her olive gaze between the other two that were present. What was there that she could do? She had little idea of who anyone was, least of all what was happening to the Nurse seized on the moon-lit ground. The navy kitsune took a hasty step forward as Morgan began shredding a plant apart and forcing it into Malphas' drooling mouth. He wasn't convulsing, so it couldn't be a seizure - had he eaten something bad? The concept came together in her head as she idly watched Morgan continue, finally breaking her silence. "Do you think he ate something, you know, not good?" Delphinium was struggling to find the words she wanted to express her thoughts, fictional brows drawn tight into a scowl as she swallowed her rising panic at the unresponsive Malphas. "He needs to throw it up, I think," she paused, fidgeting. "I- I think," because she sure as Hell didn't know and now wasn't exactly the time to pretend she did. Was that what the flower Morgan had was for, to induce vomiting? "How do we make him?" If it wasn't already too late for such a treatment.