Dragoncrest Cliffs maybe spit some blood at the camera, just stay alive

Others arrived, bringing their apprehension, tension, frustration, and all else. It didn't change the outcome here, however, and he has to invest in processing this effectively--and quickly, or nothing else will do. There is a lot at stake here, and a lot bound to change.. he cannot help but glance from Blixen, to Robin, and the unseen Artaax who he worries first for.. then Blodreina and Vercingetorix, who had done their own to drawn that attention. Himself, too, he doesn't make time to consider as everything simply goes ice cold.

He feels that awful tremor of sorrow, and has to steel himself next before he has to wonder if like Portia, she will wash back cold to their shores. He refuses to look its way, but the sea--he wonders why it keeps claiming theirs, what they have done to deserve it, or if there even is any merit besides fate alone. Too, he wonders, what those last seconds had been like. If Heda's had been in acceptance, then who was he to argue?

His ears had fallen flat, but he was stock still near Blixen until her words brought him to a small nod. Helix was best equipped for the trip, even if it was one he hated that they had to make anyone embark on. He, on the other hand, had no complaints in staying here. Keeping things together may be a different matter, but so be it.