Aowan awoken to the coarse, shrill fears and panic of the youngest wards under her protections. Normally a passive being that watches from a distance, Aowan could not ignore the aggressive and sudden ends that were being inflicted upon her family's children. She detached herself from the walls of the home taking on her physical form. Inhumanly lithe and delicate she walked with the unsettling grace of the fairfolk. As she passed through the living room Jessica fell into peaceful slumber, having caught a whiff of Aowan's perfume Jessica dreamed of younger days playing pretend with Aowan's helpers out in the garden.
Aowan ascended the stairs to the second floor to find Jason's form being engulfed in his own morbid tentacles. As the longer of them began to grope and explore Aowan's body and run through gown and hair, she went with the flow until she managed to reach their source. Jason's face was red as a ripened beetroot and he was sweating profusely. Not wishing to see this perverse entity violate him any longer she reached down and caressed the base of the tentacles. While she was doing this the tentacles that were exploring her body began to constrict, bruising her delicate fae flesh. This soon came to an end however as her power flowed through them, their flesh becoming multicolored and forming strange delicate patterns. Soon the tentacles dissolved from Jason's body scattering into butterflies which flew out a nearby window, which quietly opened to Aowan's will. Her magic suffused Jason's body mending torn muscles and placing him into a deep sleep.
Aowan next turned her sights to Kyle's room. First she gathered his terrified soul into her arms, he could not sense her well and was unfamiliar with being dead, but his death was so sudden and confusing he could not quite pass on, fortunately. She whispered sweet nothings into his ear allowing him to rest, then with his soul floating before her from her back bloomed many more arms like the opening of a flower's petals. Using her new appendages Aowan began to swiftly sew together his shattered and scattered body and clothes. When she was finished Kyle stood before her in a patch-worked sort of way. She leaned forward even as her extra arms withered away and kissed him on the forehead, with it seams and stitches faded away as flesh and fabric merged back into their original shape. All that was left to designate her presence was a small embroidered flower on his shirt, as she tucked him into bed.
Aowan turned her attention next to Max, returning Jason to bed first, she then made her way back to the bathroom. Aowan could not help but grimace at the tar-like substance that once was her beloved ward. To begin with she drew what seemed like an endless spool of extra glass from the bathroom mirror. She spun this glass into a Max shaped shell leaving only an opening in the top to pour the tar into. Aowan then turned on the tub's faucet, its water dancing for her it lead the tar that was Max into his glass duplicate. Once the last of the tar was inserted she finished weaving the glass duplicate. Finally Aowan began to coat her fingers in various colors, using these she began painting in Max's proper colors. She then put Max's soul back into his body, though not all was done. She breathed upon the glass, her breath as cold as a Winter's frost. This re-solidified his body and allowed her to shattered the glass. Lastly she returned his sleeping form to the bathtub, now filled with warm pure virus free water. She made certain that his head would not sink under the water before leaving...
As Aowan faded back into the walls of the house each of the boys, and Jessica awoke from rather vivid dreams...