Desert wolves and a snake. Idalie stood taller beside Tyra, her heart a flutter behind her ribs as they approached. The wolves were beautiful, in particular the gold-touched man who held himself with the air of someone royal and important. Idalie wished she could look the same, but her legs trembled and her tail kept sneaking between her legs.

Tyra needed help, though, and the sheltered princess was willing to do whatever necessary to provide that for her.

Khyan moved from her side and she wished to follow, but little Tyra was so ill, and she couldn't force herself away from her.

Idalie, stai bene?

She hummed in affirmation. Nervous, yes, but still okay.

A pretty lady approached them, and her eyes were kinder than the man's. Still Idalie planted herself between her and her charge, though her tail did sway ever so slightly at the openness on her face. The black-and-gold man's expression was shuttered.

"Please," she said aloud, unable to stop herself. Idalie stepped forward and knelt, chin brushing the sand, imploring him directly. "A child is hurt and in need." Pale blue eyes flickered up, though her posture remained low and respectful. "I beg for your kindness and mercy."