[u]Mar & Lyn[/u]

Lyn had just fallen asleep, her soft cheek smoothed against Mar's callous surface, when Althalus's shout echoed over the low tones of the medical wing. Startled by her fathers slight panic, Lyn started to fuss. Her face crinkled up into frustration then her whimpering shifted from low, upset to a higher pitch wail. Mar flinched at the proximity near her ear and set of lungs her daughter had in response. [i]Damn it, Athalus![/i] she mentally hissed as her hand patted Lyn's back gently to sooth her cries. 

With thoughts of how she wanted to lash out her tail across Althalus's head just to silence him, Mar only made a visible and angry shudder. Her body twisted to the side as she slithered towards Althalus's location, passing the bedside of what appeared to be a white haired elf and a red haired nurse (Cynn and Noel), along the way. Her eyes were fixed upon the assassin laid up in his makeshift cot, unable to note her surroundings, before she grounded to a stop right in front of him. Mar delivered a glare which could've melted ice in a moment at the bedridden man, despite his injuries and bandages, then spoke with clear scolding in her voice even with the softer volume.

“Athalus, I just got her to sleep." Mar snapped, Lyn's muffled wails vibrated through her very skin, farther irritating her. 

She had gotten over her relief at the man being alive when she first ensured her own offspring's survival. At pulse beating upon his neck, strong and steady, it was enough to ensure her he would live another day. Right now, she admitted, she wished he had stayed sleep for a while yet. Currently she loomed over him while she struggled to sooth the upset infant, unsure she was succeeding as the crying hadn't ceased.

[center][u]Lidda[/u][/center] 

For once in her life, Lidda was too exhausted to shift into another shape. Instead of the usual odd, mismatch shapes she donned, the Vitamancy teacher had stayed in her half snow elf and Orc figure. Which most of her students wouldn't be the wiser save she never shifted into this form ever before. Other then that minor detail, few would realize this was her real figure. 

Most the night she had stayed upright to heal the crowds of wounded within the now crowded Medical Bay. That alone had taken most her time and energy to both do her duties and keep her father away the Headmaster- a feat even she wasn't sure how she managed- leaving her looking like a ghoul risen from the grave. Dark circles were tracing her under lids and her movements slow, but she doubted little she would be able to sleep after her current duties were over. 

The reason was simple: her father's hovering. 

She hated it, even as a child, to shift and spot his shape just outside her vision's edge. Unable to gain a clear vision or determine for a clear fact it was him, something that drew agitation from her in the worse way. Still... her vision's corner she could easily imagine his disapproving scowl lingered upon his lips making his nose crinkle like a stench he couldn't be rid of, stretching from his mouth to his eyes quite easily and inwardly made her skin crawl. It was an old childhood habit revived by his present, it only increase her dislike to have him near despite her respect and love towards him. 

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted when a loud, male shouted for Mar and Lyn followed by an infant's wails in reply. In moments Lidda spied the Naga had slithered from her position towards the shouts, her eyes sharp enough to be daggers, to loom over the poor soul. For a few seconds, Lidda considered interrupting the quarreling 'couple' for worry Marya might be stupid enough to attack the bed ridden man. 

It was almost enough to draw her attention from her current problem. [i]Almost.[/i]

Not wasting time she also blurted out. "Might want to get a sleep draft ready and a nursemaid, seems the Naga might be slapping her child's father upside the head." 

Sam's head darted towards the pair locked in conversation, the infant still wailed up a storm with the mother's fruitless attempts to sooth her continuing. He frowned at the sight naturally. "Can't have that, can I?" 

Excusing himself, Samuel made his way past her while Lidda moved towards Alaira to check on her condition as she promised Samuel.