How many days has it been? Since she watches her take her last breath. Now, she finds herself with a young woman, her god daughter, and left feeling even more confused and uncertain. How does one take care of another as a mother when they had no mother to learn from? She worries that she will do something and loose her precious lil one. Suyuan near a spitting image of her mother, it tears at her heart each time she looks at the girl.

The flooding leaves so many ill and her own sister's life is like a fire that gasps for oxygen as the water rises around her, the elementalist fighting to survive in this wet city. It tears at the demon's heart and soul, it makes her afraid of losing more. She sends one to the Pit to fetch lava. Part task..part demand..more need then anything. It was nearly botched from that wretched cat. The initiate's quest botched and making the demon livid with anger. Were this one to die in his task, there's without a doubt that this demon would very well kill this cat that pisses her off to no end..

Her mind wanders often and then turns to the demon in the cell, the grey skin glistening with just not persperation but with the demon's own blood. She looks at her and watches before she's told what to do. There was no delight in causing the pain. She did it because she had to. She did it to show something. She did it...to take her frustrations out on. A demon she did not know..to a demon that did not know her..such livid pain this small demon did inflict. With neither smile nor frown. An angel's pale face and ruby painted lips. This demon did much damage to that one.

What was so wrong..was that that demon was innocent all the time. She knew deep in her mind for she was there the entire time. Saw who was at fault. Yet never a word did she say. Not a word did she give away who was the blame. This demon breaking the larger with soft whispered questions. To confess to a crime she did not do...this was done to ease the pain of loosing her Mei...

Now, she sits. Perched above the door like a living statue of an angel of death, her skeletal features shadowed softly under the dark curls of her hair falling around her face. She sits there and watches. The puddles that still stand after the water is gone down. The green tint stagnant soon enough to make her dizzy and ill. Her Family gathered around as always to watch over one another. This she is greatful for.

With a sigh, she sits. Sits on the stone. Barely a breath taken as she watches. Watches the city.