#zaytan

Everything was set up, was placed and ready, as the medic went about the room. Gazing upon her mother in a mixture of joy and of sorrow. She was thrilled the broodmother was returned to her, it felt so long, so very long since she laid eyes upon her.

She applies the needles, the injections, to make sure the woman slept peacefully. She did not wish the mother to awaken, oh no no no, that would not do. She did not need her mother tearing through Silvery moon moon. No none indeed.

She sits alongside her on the bed, gazing down upon the female, Veu’zal, stood nearby, glowing, watching and overseeing what is to be seen between the two, the elven woman smiles, leaning down. Rasping as she giggles within her respirator. The cowl was back, the goggles off, gazing.

She reached a hand down, stroking along her hair, so long, so very long, the ordeal was disorienting, she couldn’t remember much of it. But she pushed it aside. As she giggles, peering down upon Kytaera bloodravager now mending and recovering.

“ Momma’s back...back from death...hehee....welcome home momma~...” She says tenderly rasping, as she sits there, alongside Tae. She stayed by here. All night long, and day, as she would work upon bringing perfection back to her flesh, and seeing about the contamination that now was within her body.