Jade poofed into her room at the Chi house, her jade hues wide and bouncing about. Her motherly senses were tingling like crazy. Though all mothers had that little extra when it came to their children, Jade just happened to hace a little bit more because of her and Claira's magical bond. Things on her lower shelves and lower areas of her room were knocked over, almost in a frantic way. Her pierced brow quirked and she stalked out of her room looking about.

There in the hallway lay the little body of Claira. Jade's eyes widened, nearly popping out of the sockets as the hues changed from crimson, jade, blue, and back in a fury of different emotion. Still, too still - deathly still as she looked at her fallen daughter. A mother's worst fear. Slowly, carefully she stepped forward towards Claira, holding her breath - though there was no need for breathing at all. A whimpered bit of air slipped from her lips as she kneeled beside the small body, her own already starting to shake. Jade leaned over as a shakey hand went through her daughter's hair. She tilted her head to hold her ear near her daughter's mouth and nose. Almost non-existent and shallow breathing lightly tickled her ear. She was suddenly glad her daughter had never stopped the habit of breathing. Jade bit her lower lip, crimson tears welling up. But the breathes from her daughter started getting more shallow and coming less often. Another small whimper slipped from her as she leaned back.

She kicked off her pumps as she scooped up her daughter in her arms, making it a little easier to stand and walk. Claira hung limply in her airs, sweat mopping her small pale face. Jade brushed Claira's curly black ringlets out of her face, a few silent crimson tears falling from her own cheeks. Her jade hues moved from her daughter, bounding everywhere else in a frett. She didn't know what to do. Her daughter was dying in her arms, her only flesh and blood. She paused at that one thought. Blood. Jade blinked away a crimson tear, looking back down to her daughter. She shifted some of her weight and started moving towards the stairs.

Saddened glazed over eyes looked to Rhy as she moved down the stairs. Slowly, so slowly she moved. Carefully did she hold her daughter. She just shook her head before clearing her throat, at first her voice only came out in a series of rasps.

Finally, she gained her voice, "Not ... your fault. She needs... needs..." pause as a few crimson tears fell, "blood."

She bit her lip... hating that her daughter was getting even worse, needing more blood. It was horrible. Such a innocent child. She descended the stairs, slowly still, moving towards the kitchen of the grand mansion. A lil escape of air fell through her lips as she watch her daughter slowly growing paler.

"Rhy," she rasped out, "Would you be a dear and find her little medicine dropper? I be thinkin it would help the blood go down her throat." A small nod followed.