It is a thing to see the way Siren's eyes blazed with fury and a bit of the insanity that lurked in the eyes of Andras as he gazed into the world and yet did not see it. Whatever had caused this sudden and complete snap of Siren's gentle being had to have been catastrophic and Aithne feels a surge of fury at whoever had done it. She remembers, vividly, the way his body felt crawling atop of hers and the way his teeth split her skin as he held her down and took from her something she was never ready to give. The helplessness of it all. Had a male done the same to Siren? Taken from her the very innocence that only a female knows as well as the innocence of her spirit? The idea is an abomination in her mind and her heart kick starts; her body desperately wants to rise so that her belly no longer lays across the earth. She wants to jolt up and rip into another wolf and exact vengeance for Siren, but she needs to know who. Who deserved such a punishment from her.

Still, despite the way her heart beats in tandem with fury, her mouth whimpers her sorrow that Siren would declare her an enemy. She lays below them now, her posture as one who is submissive and non-threatening, and it scares her a little. Aithne, who is strong, Aithne, who is never weak. Now she lays in such a prone position with others above her all for the sake of Siren. Reian moves slowly around Siren and it is relieving to know that she keeps such a stout watch on their surroundings. Aithne's ears press forward as her eyes remain poised on those of Siren's yet her focus is attuned to Reian. And so unfolds the story of Siren.

Aithne's face grows slack in surprise as she sees it now. That startling similarity in the gaze of Siren that she has seen in Andras. The way his soul has feld and the way she screams inside, broken. Lost. Fearful. Infuriated. Lillith had been the one to break both her mate and her child. Would she approve if she were to look at the poison her existence had wrought? And this boy, Roamin, she remembers Siren mentioning him. She blinks a few times as she processes this, realizing that Reian mentions him as a brother and that she also has a part in this story. Her father was the Medicine Wolf... and that meant that her father was Sen. She jolts at this, her body visibly jerking as she wonders if leaving Sen in Iromar alone was a mistake. Everything begins to fall into palce and splinter apart and another whine escapes her muzzle.

"I did not know... Siren, I did not know," she whispers. "I would have protected you and him. I... I would have tried."

A white and red wolf moves swiftly from the forest and heads directly to Siren's side, his own touch to Siren revealing of intentions or emotions, perhaps, and her eyes snap to him curiously. Solaris's intentions are pure in his own mind and yet Aithne eyes him with suspicion and uncertainty, wondering if he was taking advantage of her brokenness. It is not a fault of Solaris but a fault of Aithne that makes her think such, her own history tainting her view a bit yet she nods slowly when he speaks to her. Solaris was a diplomat and he was also of Diveen bloodline, that much was certain. That relaxed her, in a way, for Siren was of demon bloodline and if he cared for her then Siren would be taken care of.

It is displeasing to hear from his lips that Siren was distraught by her presence, despite it being obvious and she glances at Siren in a sort of beckoning way. She would never hurt the female. Solaris speaks to Siren, offering her refuge and letting her decline Aithne's attempts if she wishes. Siren turns into Solaris as a flower to the sun, her nose pushing into his fur with the ease of time and Aithne watches it all curiously despite remaining in her prone position. She would not tempt Siren's wrath by moving.

Slowly the girl moves towards her and Aithne stills, even going so far as to hold her breath, her eyes slipping past Siren to the two watching with ardent expressions. Would Siren attack her? Go straight for the throat? Instead a small paw lands on her shoulder and she has to try hard not to jolt beneath the touch, unnerved, and then a nose follows. It is.. strange. The way that Siren sniffs her and the awkwardness that Aithne feels in this situation. She does not like such physical closeness - a brush of the shoulder was good enough - and this goes beyond such measures. She blinks and focuses on not shifting her body away like some worm and secretly she kind of likes it.

Siren's sniffs turn to licks and Aithne feels, for a moment, like a pup beneath a mothers cleaning and there is a startled expression on her face. Still she does not move and Siren speaks, her words strange after remembering the vibrant whine of her voice before. It would not do to answer her either when she seeks the words from the lips of Reian or Solaris so she waits obediently beneath the paws of the little Iromar Princess, her own gaze jumping between the two.