Morningside Cuesta Perched alone he sits there broken

Grayday's heart swelled with relief and gratitude. He'd feared they would never see Sylvas again, but here he was - safe and whole. "We were worried about you," the leader fussed, moving forward to place an almost motherly lick under the other male's eye. "What matters is that you're back, now. Why don't you come to the meadow and rest? Kieran can sit with you while I get you something to eat."

His brow was creased in poorly-veiled worry. Sylvas had acquired quite a few more scars than he'd left with, and Grayday wanted to be sure the other male recovered entirely from his time away.