Of course she hadn't heard her father's approach until the demon lord stood behind her. She wondered for a moment if he did it to remind her of the deafness in her right ear of if he had legitimately forgotten and simply moved on that side. Either way, she allowed him to touch the back of her ear and head with his nose, her body going stiff as he did so. It was odd for Andras to be so... soft. It unnerved her. But ever the loyal subject she would let her alpha and father do whatever he wanted. She was of his blood and as such he ruled her very life. Was that not the way of things in Iromar? "Hello, Father," she said simply as her sunset colored eyes watched him.

Andras moved past her so his large form stood in the shallows of the dark waters. Then he started to pant and at once Lamia was on high alert. Andras controlled the urge and brought his tongue back in again, but it had been enough to let his daughter know something was wrong. As he spoke again, she listened with her good ear carefully. The Demon Lord spoke with a slight slur, his voice quiet and slow. The child stood up and followed her sire into the water until she was standing in front of him. Then, she reached up and placed her paws on his chest so as to better reach his nose. Gently she touched her nose with his and felt an intense amount of heat radiating from it. It was dry to the touch where it should be slightly moist. Andras had a fever. He had done the right thing by submerging his paws into the cool water but that would not be enough. "Hold still," she said simply.

Without warning, the child began to kick water onto her father. She did not want to drench him, but it would help relieve some of the heat that was trapped. After this, she pointed her snout to the rocks where she had just been laying. "Lay there and I will be back." And with that she darted off to where her small den was. It was close to the shore so she could hear the waves but not be in any danger of the waters. As a healer, Lamia had learned that being blunt was best. She did not bother with asking or waiting for her patients. It was easy to tell them what to do with short, simple demands. Not even the alpha was spared from her blunt rudeness. It didn't take her long to find the yarrow herb and soon she was back on the rocks. Once there, she quickly reached down and bit hard into Andras' left, front leg. The thick blood bubbled from the wound and Lamia lapped it a few times. Then she chewed on the yarrow plant until it was a gooey paste. Gently she placed the herb over the wound and pressed on it firmly with her nose.

As with most wolves who did not know the craft, she expected Andras to ask questions. So she beat him to it. "The yarrow plant helps reduce fevers when eaten. However, I have found that it works faster if it is applied to a fresh, bleeding wound." With that said, she moved back down to the water and completely submerged herself into the freezing depths. She can back up with a gasp and jumped back onto the rock where she shook herself, sending spray all over her father. If needed, she would keep doing this to keep him cool. But for now, she rested with him and gazed at the eyes he gave her. Questions formed in her mind, all of them about Lillith and Iromar's future. But she refrained from asking. She didn't want to show her weakness. Her eyes gave her away, however, as they started to fill with the tears of a child who has lost her mother. Trying to keep herself from breaking down, she simply asked, "How have you been, Father?". It was an easy enough question. Would the answer given be the same?