"Whose broken?" she jumped up, waving her hand over the book and seeing it disappear into thin air with a pop, "Reyn?"
She had never seen Eli anything but collected. But now he looked frazzled, his eye's showing a small sign of panic. It was new, and she knew immediately it was the siren's doing. Somehow this pink-haired woman was worming her way into his heart, and bringing out his humanity.
"Stay here," she demanded, slipping past him, "Let me talk to her."
She strolled down the hall to the open door, slipping in and finding the poor girl lying on the bed, a bottle in one hand and a smoke in the other.
"Reyn," she sighed, striding across the room and taking the bottle, then the smoke from the girl.
Pulling the siren up, she sat and let Reyn's head fall into her lap, stroking her hair. The look on her face...Ashlin knew it too well.
"Was it Eli?" she asked softly.
She shook her head, tears falling freely, "It was...Jay. We're over. What's wrong with me Ash? Why am I so emotional?"
She counted the bottles, and guessed by how badly Reyn was acting that she was wasted. Wasted and broken hearted. The raven-haired beauty had been there multiple times. She had always drank herself into a stupor, than thrown up until it hurt and passed out. The few times she had been coherent she had used a spell to settle her stomach, a simple one that eased minor aches and pains.
Ashlin stroked her hair, trying to console her, "You're emotional because you're hurting. And very, very drunk."
"Everything aches."
"That happens when you break up. If you really cared, then it hurts."
"My stomach aches...my head hurts...I feel awful..." Reyn cried softly, her words slurred by the alcohol reeking off of her, "...I think I'm going to be sick..."
"Shhhh," Ashlin whispered, cooing at her, "You've drank a lot. I have a spell that can-"
Nereyda's head turned violently as she fell over the side of the bed, vomit spilling everywhere. Ashlin's feet pulled up as the siren threw up until there wasn't a drop of alcohol left in her system, then continued until even her breakfast was spilled on the floor.
"Help," Reyn coughed, dry heaving.
"Awe sweetheart," Ash's heart went out for the girl and she stepped around the puke to pick the siren up, pulling her back onto the bed and under the covers, "I'll give you something to ease the pain. Then you need sleep."
Tucking her in, Ash let the magic flow to her fingertips, feeling the pull at her energy. It was an odd spell she used, one she had been taught to ease small ailments. But the spell made the caster feel for the pain, instead of the magic branching out and doing the work. Ash had to brush her hands over Reyn's body searching, like a metal detector, pouring her magic into the siren where she hurt. She started at her heart, easing the tightness in her chest that only came from heart ache. Then she moved down to her stomach, feeling around for the stomach pains she said she had.
Weird...
Ashlin stood slowly, her hands shaking as she walked out of the room. Moving back to her own, she found Elijah pacing back and forth, looking more and more panicked.
"Eli..." Ash's voice was dead cold, quiet and more calm than she thought she could handle.
His eyes flash up and she led him back to the room, letting him sweep in first before she shut the door and uttered a spell that soundproofed the walls.
"Elijah," she repeated again, stopping him halfway through the room towards the siren.
"She's pregnant."
