Vandal knows the smell of alcohol - and knows the smell of tears. Finding them both dancing in the air is enough to cause her to worry, especially with Deldrach's scent thrown into the mix. It's a curious combination that she never really thought she'd have to encounter, but it's there, right in front of her, and she's worried sick already. She can feel her heart dropping into her stomach, her muscles tensing as she springs into a run, a flight, trying to follow the scent to its source.

She finds Deldrach by the beach, nearly toppling over as she forces her altitude to lower, to get over closer in worry. As she descends, her eyes scan the jaglion's body for injuries - there are none that she can see, but it's clear to her that what pains her - what pains her isn't something that can be seen. Her paws finally meet the soft sand and she runs the rest of the way, skidding to a stop in front of Deldrach and lowering her head.

"Del, Del hey..." It's clear Deldrach has had too much to drink in too bad a time, and Vandal is all too familiar with those situations. Too many nights have been spent exactly the same way for her to pretend that she doesn't know what it's like to drown bitter anguish in alcohol. One thing she does know, however, is that one can never find the answers at the bottom of a bottle. "Del, it's me - it's Vannie - what -" She stops, rights herself. "Del, what can I do to help?"