I will never let you fall

ERIADNE

Cure? There was no need for a cure for someone like her. Eri's shoulders pulled up to her ears, wings fluttering in agitation. They'd lost their shine weeks ago, the reflective nature of their biological make covered in the black film that covered her surroundings. Not even the light of the candle lit at the foot of the stairs, burned to the base with hardly a wick to make note of. Soon that would be gone and she would be left blind in the roots of her tree.

Her tree.

This trespasser comes in like the Fae knights in stories that whisper at the back of her mind. White armor and swords drawn, or in this case, red hair and a hand to hide her weapon.  Eriadne narrowed her gaze as she backed up despite her slowed reflexes. First her home, and now her space. A deep snarl rips from her throat as she clenches her fists before using her knuckles to push the other away from her. Combatting the nag of familiarity she pulls her hands away as if burned by the contact, crossing them defensively over her chest.

"Who are you to know best? A savior?" Eriadne scoffed, turning her head with a flourish from the twin in front of her though one would be hard-pressed to see resemblance after she hid away. Self-inflicted wounds oozed with the black sludge along all parts of her body not covered by once fine clothing. "Because you're the smart one. Coming down here wasn't so smart."

A pause.

"Nephele."