<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute infirmary<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>July 6, mid-morning or so<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to fight the hunger<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah, Lydia | Open<hr/>For all intents and purposes, Ksenia thought Delilah was handling things really well. Though she did grimace a bit in unison with her when Lydia came to be the bearer of yet more vague news which wouldn't have done much to quell a likely already racing mind. Still, getting a breather from the infirmary ought to be a nice things, right? Ksenia pitched forward from the edge of the bed when Delilah began to stir and pull the blanket back. The Shadowhunter waited just beside the bed with a hand out in offering, just in case it was needed, but would pull it back if the dark haired woman could stand on her own without running the risk of shaky legs.<br/><br/>"Yeah, it's a lot, I know. Sorry. We can talk more about it after we get something for you to eat, I swear. Whatever questions you've got I'll try to answer."<em> Even if that means it adds ten more questions to the list of what-the-fucks.</em>Her voice rang with the utmost sincerity when answered back, hoping to provide a small amount of reassurance to Delilah. After all, her world was quite literally just pitched upside down and she was thrown headlong into it without any family or friends that they knew of to help orient her. So, Ksenia felt a small urge to be that rock for her - condescending she was also the one to blame for literally killing a vampire in front of a would-be mundane. Her cheeks bloomed slightly pink at the thought of such an amateur turn of events. Still, Ksenia trudged on pushing open the door of the infirmary to let in the ghostly hue of the hallways witchlights and candelabras. It was a unique mix of Gothic and modern, and entirely of different proportions than one might expect from an outwardly dilapidated old cathedral.<br/><br/>Ksenia made a pointed effort of walking somewhat slowly down the hall so she could stick close to Delilah, just in case she felt weak after being bedridden for a day. Shadowhunters clad in predominantly black outfits from head to toe whizzed past them going about their own business: briefings, missions, duties of their shifts within the institute and the like. Thankfully there weren't too many stares burning holes into Delilah's somewhat displaced form.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of silence, Ksenia piped up. "I think it's waffles today at the mess. Or maybe it's closer to lunch by now. We'll find out soon though."