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Even in light of them being corralled away from the bloody scene, Pasha still saw it. And even if he were unable to, that metallic scent lingered in the air around them. Something bad had happened. He swallowed, and that sensation rode down the length of its course to sit in his gut and continue to sink. But he mustered a brave face all the same, much like in the expressions he saw in his father and aunt.

He listened to their words and offered a resolute nod. Sure, he could take charge of things. If it had been perhaps any other situation, there may have been a momentary surge of pride within him to bolster his resolve; it remained absent. Looking to Jorunn first and then to Whitter, he waited for some signifying note that they would come along and crossed in front of them like a growing wall between them all. "C'mon," he said in hush tones.