Delilah was breathing heavily, tears running down her face. She let him to with her arms but held the sleeping boy up with her wings. She leaned away from him and tried to catch her breath. It was at this point that she finally surveyed the room. The chalk on the ground was looking pretty suspicious, and from what she had learned it looked like a fairly high level set of runes. She frowned and looked down at the sleeping body in her lap, "Now how did you learn that..." She murmured and then sighed, "Well we'll deal with that later." And then she stood, picking him up as she did so.
She was a lot stronger than her small frame looked and it was fairly easy to pick him up. Delilah had to stay in very good shape to be able to fly after all. She carried him over to his bed and tucked him into it before going to pick up her basket and sitting on the end of his bed, waiting for him to wake up so she could make sure he was really alright. She needed to find out the purpose of the runes on the floor anyways, she had never been very good with the things.