Welcome to Texas [Delilah]

[Bastille Amtrum]

(starts off in crow territory- but will quickly change to dragon. >3)

Bastille would be quickly stalking over to Delilah's in the morning mist. Quickly, and effectively she kept a hood about her shoulders and moved as though she had no injury at all- perhaps because she had indeed been a bit dramatic about how bad they really were.

Sneaking towards the place, her newly cut hair feeling light on her scalp. It was still winter, and even in California that still meant it was chilly.

She pulled the cloak over her shoulders and found a crow, one of the few border patrol men...a young man. She pulled him aside slightly and gave him a short sigh.

"Please fetch Delilah for me....this is Bastille...and I have returned. I need her to meet me out here though, I can't come in. I'll explain when she gets here"

The man would run off and Bastille would turn and look around the foggy morning. It might as well just freakin snow, it was that cold...

[Delilah A. Black]

The man looked at the woman with the wild hair and eyes, and nodded once; he asked for the First by name and that was enough for him. "Wait here," he'd instruct before running off to report it to someone who could get Delilah here quicker than he could.

Fifteen minutes later, looking bedraggled and deeply concerned, Delilah jogged out of the morning mist toward the familiar figure of Bastille. A smile came unbidden to her lips as the raven haired woman...pretty much threw herself at Bastille, attempting to encase the woman in a tight hug.

"OhmygodwhatareyoudoinghereareyouokaydidtheyhurtyouwhathappenedwhendidyouescapehaveyouseenMathewyethe'sprobablyworriedsickandyourkids--"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would allow her to embrace her, her dead expression just staring ahead a bit. Softly and slowly she would raise her hand to embrace her back, then attempting to lightly and almost lighting fast- press her pressure point which would hopefully knock her out cold....

or if it didn't work, it would feel nothing more than a slightly fumble from Bastille who probably looked weak enough to play the part.