[Sadrain]

December 14th, Chicago. Sewer #17. Outpost.

Aiolia watched helplessly Amante's rage and desperation consume him. She could bet that he hadn't heard most of what she had said, after the first sentence. Maybe she should have started from the good news end... "Amante, listen to me! Listen!" Aiolia wanted to shake him by shoulder, but a small voice talked her out of it.

"She will be fine! She will be healthy! And we will find those fuckers, and make them regret it!" Aiolia promised, watching him in horror. But not because she was afraid (although she was, a little) - it was because Amante suffered so. She had prepared for quite a reaction, but this was more out of the hand.

Leila did not have to possess empathy to feel the rage coming from the scene. Turning her head, the girl narrowed eyes. The darkness seemingly split before her sight, and Leila clearly saw the scene. Amante was raging and the signs he was showing pointed at one thing - shapeshifting. Taking into consideration how the transformation was triggered by emotions, his abnormal healing, strength and pain tolerance.... He ought to be a were of some kind. It was hard to know which one, and it was not so much of importance. But with this knowledge, she could prepare for their confrontation, that surely would come one day.