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Ellandra nodded and said, "I-I'll be waiting." Truthfully, waiting in the bedroom sounded rather nice, particularly since she could lay down on the bed for a few minutes - panic attacks were tiring, after all. So she made her way to the bedroom and curled up on the bed on top of the blankets, not wanting to disturb its just-made state. She sighed contentedly, smiling as Rags - who must have barged his way back in earlier, or snuck in as Faolan went out - jumped up on the bed and curled up next to her.

Ellandra sighed softly, stroking the cat with one hand and touching one of Ziazan's wings with the other. "Keagan found us in there together. . . I - I had a panic attack; Faolan wasn't happy either. . . " She sighed again and closed her eyes, her tiredness painfully obvious. She wasn't sleepy, just. . . tired. If she could just lay here all day, she wouldn't mind one bit.

"No," Ellandra said quietly, not opening her eyes. "At least. . . not while we were all in there. . . and. . . a panic attack. . . it's. . . . kind of like Faolan's heart problems, you could say. Just a little. I. . . I get really, really scared, sometimes with no reason, other times with a reason but I react badly... I get to where I can't breathe, and my heart will race a lot - it's not anything that's dangerous, though..." Well, not really. Though she had passed out from them a few times in her life; it was nothing compared to what Faolan lived with. Her problem was just because of fear getting out of hand, nothing more, nothing less.

Ellandra opened her eyes then and blinked at Ziazan. "I'll try, Ziazan," she said, stroking it along the wing it was touching her with. "That was the first one in a long time. . . and a bit worse than usual." She smiled softly at the tiny proto, assuming its worries were only because of how bad the attack had been.

"I can't really control when they come, but it's usually just when I'm stressed - so there's nothing to worry about, little one..." She didn't want little Ziazan to worry, the dear little one, it had been through enough without worrying about her - and goodness, Faolan alone took enough worrying for two people anyway!

Ellandra sat up and rubbed at her eyes a little, smiling softly. "That didn't take long," she said quietly, thankful that her voice had steadied out again. The brunette tilted her head a little, and then rose to her feet, crossing into the front room and blinking at Faolan and Ziazan, then at the table beside them, where a certain speedy and sneaky cat had leapt up and was gnawing on a chicken strip. "It seems like Rags has first choice?"

Ellandra giggled at the cat as he chewed delightedly on his chicken strip. "Silly thing," she said softly as she walked by, scratching Rags behind one grey ear and ignoring the dirty look he gave her. She was halfway to selecting her own food when what Ziazan said registered with her. She paused, one hand poised over the chicken perfectly as she blinked, blinked again, and mouthed a 'what?' to herself. Then she turned away from the food and tilted her head at Ziazan. "What do you mean, little one...?"

Ellandra blinked again, the pieces of what Ziazan said starting to weave themselves together in her mind - she wouldn't be able to write mystery thrillers without the kind of mind that could put pieces of things together. And what Ziazan had said to her, then turned around and said to Faolan. . . N-no. . . she must have just - just heard wrong. . . r-right? The Proto couldn't mean. . . her mouth ran dry and she knew she'd probably gone a bit pale as she sank down into the nearest chair, all thoughts of eating forgotten for the moment. "Z-ziazan... do you mean..."

She didn't finish her question. She couldn't quite manage it. After all, she and Falan had only just - but this was Ziazan talking. . . so . . . so maybe. . .?