Northstar Vale i'm so tired of eating all my misspoken words

Once more he was surprised. He could see her falter, and even after everything that had been said between them he hadn't expected such a physical reaction. She staggered back, obviously disorientated. The smugness fell from his face and he watched her with concern. "Ceara?" He called gently, her sour words throw with ill timing, and without the conviction that was in her speech only minutes ago.

Siarut knew she had no intention of showing any form of weakness before him, but she obviously didn't have much of a choice. And despite what he had been feeling only moments ago, Siarut wasn't so heartless that he would leave to struggle completely alone. He took a small step forward, not exactly sure what to do. "Hey. Ceara. Hey." He called to her, trying to get her focus on him and not whatever she was seeing. "Listen to my voice, as annoying as that is right now." He gave a nervous laugh, his voice was in steep contrast to the fiery tone her held seconds before. No he used his best comforting voice, the once he used to use when Takiyok was still a babe.

He wasn't sure if he would be any help, but he figured he was better than no one. At least he hoped. He had seen something similar before in the north, but his father had been quick to run them off, exiled to the ice lands. Forced to die for their weakness. He figured that wasn't the right response in this moment. So got as close as she would let him, and continued to speak to her. Hoping his voice could help her find her footing in the present.