Totoka River turn of the tides

Their happy little reunion quickly took on a more somber mood the moment those first words left Astaroth's mouth. She could practically feel it in the way he spoke. Hinting at something wasn't quite right. He was fine physically of course - she saw no wounds, no smell of illness or infection. Ears pricking attentively, she fixed him with a patient silver gaze.

She listened silently as he explained what had transpired since they were last together. His friend...the one he had told her about. The one Tzila had hoped to meet one day. There had been an incident, one severe enough to render her different in mindset. Her dark brows furrowed, concern reaching her eyes. "I'm..." She swallowed. She had never been put in this situation before, and her heat wasn't helping. "Gosh I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, I was never good with these things. Fate, if you can call it that, can just be so terribly cruel." Tzila looked him square in the eye, familiar with those burnished gold orbs by now. "But she is alive. That is what matters. I didn't see her back at the isle, but with family is the best for her, I'd imagine." Although Astaroth opted to give her the simplified version of what happened, Tzila was still curious to learn of the details. And the pointed look though lacking in any severity said as much.