Things had changed since the last century she had been awake. Everything had changed. Crouching down next to Rebekah's fallen form she pressed her fingertips against her throat to check her pulse. Having met her sister, she knew that she wasn't like her brothers. She was kind, caring. She'd committed evils, yes, but evils that were not her doing. Their mother had mess with magic that she shouldn't have, and thus had doomed her family to darkness.

Standing up, she let out a breath. Their brother's would come for Rebekah, and it was then that she'd strike. While they were distracted with helping Rebekah, she'd do what she needed to stop Dahlia. A part of her felt guilty for what she had to do, but one loss to prevent the loss of thousands was a price she was willing to pay. Pulling a blanket down, she wrapped it around Rebekah. She watched her sister for a brief moment, and then turned to walk out of the room.

The doors to the other room slammed open as she walked into the room Finn was in. Placing her hand onto the table, she tapped her nails against the top. Tilting her head as she gazed at the ingredients over the table. They had everything they needed except one thing. Raising her head to look at Finn, she raised a brow. "Do you think you'll be ready to face them all? I can lend you some of my strength."

She held no fear of her brother's killing Finn, she would merely bring him back if they did, but she needed them distracted for as long as possible to make sure her plan worked.