With that taken care of to the best of her ability, Nineva had left to brave the cascading rain and make her way back to her daughter who was, hopefully, right where she'd left her; warm and dry. Soaked nearly to the bone, the rattle in her chest was acting up, but she fought down the coughing and wheezing. This sickness would not come back; it had done enough damage.
Shadows moved before her, too large to belong to the forest's usual array of critters and too near to be larger prey. It was a wolf, and once his face became clear, she recognized him. Aleister. She supposed she owed him a conversation as well, had certainly not done enough to better know him back when the pack had been somewhat stable. Nineva could say she'd been busy, but she wouldn't accept that as an excuse for herself.
He was quiet, clearly beholden only to Neha, but that didn't mean he was without his own thoughts on this all, nor his own personality.
"Aleister. How are you?"
It was apparent by tone that she did not mean it as a pleasantry; she genuinely wanted to know, with everything that had happened, how the Vuesain was holding up.