Khalida takes methodically deep breaths and while her soup is on the stove, she closes her eyes and massages them, trying to coax away the swirling black. 

Sorcha snarls and huffs. "Bitch I died centuries ago. All of my family is dead.." she shakes her head. "I'm done entertaining you." She looks at Del with a deadened look in her eyes. "Someone came back and decided to throw a fit."

Layla smiles. 'I'm glad. Wow.'