Chimera Fields gold heart; silver tears

The boy's sudden movement didn't startle Shrike, who felt as cold and motionless as the bodies before them. His silver gaze remained calm and lackluster as he watched the boy, and did not intend to intervene again until he calmed considerably. He didn't want to anger him, or have to force the boy to the ground. Shrike saw the boy's pain and knew it would eventually pass from anger to grief, though it might take some time- Cypress, afterall, was still in blatant denial and Shrike felt for him. He knew what it was like to have something so cruelly unfathomable happen so suddenly.

Allure rose and moved forward after Cypress had vomited and had tried again to move Scimitar to wake him up. Shrike did not intervene, knowing that if he did so, Cypress might lash out at him. He'd take whatever lashing the boy had in him, but if it could be avoided, it would be best. Allure's soft voice spoke in reason and he nodded, casting his sympathetic gaze to the woman whose beauty still remained, even in her grief, though the shimmer in her eyes was replaced by dullness and made glossy by grief and tears he knew would come.

"We can come back when it's safe." Shrike offered, as a compromise, and stepped forward to Allure's side, muzzle at her shoulder for support.