Now that Isabella has a medallion and a library card, they go to the Avalon more than just "as necessary to replenish her cash." It becomes something of a habit for Vivian to arrive, drop Isabella off at the library, and then wander around to sell her charms, do her shopping, catch up with her friends, or whatever else she feels like exploring that day. The critters are blinder to human society and politics than she might like, but she thinks she's getting through to some of them. If they want to blend into human culture, these things matter, after all.
Today in particular being a nice day, Vivian and Isabella took the whole day to go out. After a protest demanding equal rights for LGBT employees, they head into Avalon. Vivian leaves Isabella at the library and goes to grab a cup of tea from the cafe next to the marina. She drapes her jacket over the back of her chair, but when she sees the woman at the next table eyes her Out and Proud! button on it warily and grimacing, she removes it from the coat and puts it onto her shirt, front and center. Take that, nosy lady.
Isabella steps closer to Gianna's brother and then abruptly collapses. Wings fluff out of her back as she falls; her hands become paws.
"Isabella? Oh my god, Isabella!" Vivian rushes to her daughter's side. When she sees Isabella's still breathing she begins breathing herself, but what just happened? She crouches over her daughter, feeling her neck. Her pulse seems perfectly normal, but it's not like she can call for a doctor when Isabella's like this. "Gianna, could you- the door- Isabella, love? Isabella, love, please wake up..."
Isabella remains breathing, winged, clawed, and unconscious.
Gianna's brother opens his eyes and squints, and Gianna makes a squeaking noise.
If she can't wake Isabella up what does she do, she can't medallion things for her, she'd have to get her out somehow...
"Oh my god," whimpers Gianna, "what happened, is she - Ilario -"
Ilario says something in Italian, frowning at Isabella; Gianna replies likewise.
"I don't know," Vivian says helplessly, "I mean, I knew she was a critter, but she's never done this before, she didn't even do anything! Isabella, sph- love, love please."
(When when when when not if. She'll be okay she has to be.)
She glances at Ilario. She's glad he's better. She supposes. She'll be a lot gladder when her daughter is awake. "I thought maybe- I'm not a critter! I knew, maybe she'd have healing, that's it. Not- this. I don't know what this is, I don't know what to do, I can't even ask the doctors!"
(Another flurry of Italian.)
"Smuggling her out is a good idea," she agrees immediately. "I might have something- I can't go invisible, but I can be unobtrusive for a bit, and if she looks normal wrapped up-" she wraps Isabella in her jacket as best she can and then layers it with the nearest blanket. She'll... send the hospital its price later. Or something. She doesn't care right now.
Doctor... maybe. She can get Isabella home, cast some spells, make sure everything's functioning properly, wait for her to wake up- but if it takes too long, if the spells say anything's wrong, if Isabella does anything but seem unconscious she'll face down whatever horde of angry dragons she has to if it means she gets her daughter back.
"I'm so sorry," breathes Gianna, now sitting on her brother's bed and holding his hand.
She loses the smile looking back at Isabella. "I can't talk once I cast this," she warns Gianna, "it'll break the aura. I'll call you once she's awake, okay?" She's going to wake up. "Good night, Gianna. I'm glad your brother's better." She murmurs something in Cantonese and scoops up her daughter.
And then an entirely commonplace, boring figure is headed out to the lobby.
Once they're home Isabella is moved to the bed and carefully tucked in. Vivian pulls herself up a chair and holds her daughter's hand. She's just going to wait here for a while.
She bundles Isabella up in a relieved hug. Her daughter's awake.
"I didn't do anything really -" Isabella puts her claws away and hugs her mommy. "I was thinking about how to try and then I woke up here."
Vivian, and her shirt, greatly appreciate the lack of claws in this hug.
"He's better. I don't know about all better. I think so, but I got you home before they checked." She reluctantly lets go of the hug. "I told Gianna I'd call her when you woke up anyway, I can ask."
Vivian chokes on nothing at all. Once she's done spluttering, she says, "What if you sleep too long? Or I can't wake you up? You went into midform when you collapsed, I couldn't get you a doctor."