Whitefish River 'Cause I need you here with me

He couldn't say that he was particularly surprised by the outburst from the two young women stood before them. Emrik knew they were strong willed, and he admired them for it, but seeing Speedy cry because of her own daughters? That nearly broke his heart. He was immensely grateful that Acheron came to his mothers aide, because he knew that Speedy needed the yearling now more than ever. He wanted to say something, wanted to help to try and make things better. Despite the venom in the girls words, Emrik wasn't angry. He gave a defeated sigh, worry in his heterochromatic eyes.

This was going to be hard on all of them. Despite what Speedy had said to him earlier, he couldn't simply sit by. "Please girls..." Emrik pleaded, trying to get them to understand how much this would hurt their mother. Before they said something or did something that they would regret. There was sadness in his eyes, and his tone had been gentle. Emrik knew there was nothing he could say to make this better. He could take their pain and anger, but Speedy didn't deserve it. "We can both understand why you're angry. This is going to be hard, for everyone. Hey?" He had a feeling his words would be thrown back at him, but he wasn't really one to get angry. Especially not at his family. And regardless of what Spica or Syrma thought, they were his family. He would treat them as his daughters until the day he died.