Hushed Willows Nothing can die while we are here

Dante's mind had been in a constant state of restlessness since Lumiya had left on some sort of Alpha business. Though she'd only been gone a few nights, the time had felt like it stretched on endlessly, nerves coiling within Dante more and more with each second that had ticked by. He knew the trip was something essential for the young woman to make due to one political reason or another, but nonetheless he felt uncomfortable not having had been by her side for the journey. She was intelligent and dilligent and more than capable of making the trip on her own, and yet Dante's stomach still curdled with a dreadful apprehension; with an active aggravator and perhaps enemy of Seelie court not far, his mind had worked it's way into a terrible hole of awful things, miserable happenings that could occur to his...to Lumiya and it just...it had been a lot. 

The chill down his spine had come even before the boy had been able to process the scent that had danced to him on the wind, like a sixth sense telling him that his other half had returned. It was without a single thought that the boy had taken off in the direction the breeze had come, his heart lurching wildly in his chest as he neared the source of the scent. It was only as he grew closer that his mind finally began to race. Was she okay? Had harm come to the nymph? Had she been able to reach their allies? What was-

A lithe body cloaked in silvers caught his eye his head cleared once again, the only thing running through it being Lumiya, Lumiya, Lumiya. A quiet whine from high in his throat escaped the young wolf as he barreled in her direction, skidding to a stuttering stop only when he was in pawsteps from her, and immediately nudging his face into the fur of her throat- the presence of the fire-fae completely unnoticed. Hey, hey, love- how is- are you alright? Pulling back slightly from the girl, he clocked the other- Orlaith- in the corner of his eye, completely disregarding her as he visually assesed Lumiya's physical state. She didn't seem to sport any wounds, but he could see the exhaustion in her eyes, in the way she carried herself, her usual glow of energy still present but dimmed. She needed rest. You need rest, he spoke on an exhale, breathy and soft, but determined and direct nonetheless. His eyes searched her face with concern- Lumiya was among the most resilient of characters Dante had met in his short life, but she wasn't invincible, nor was she exempt from Dante's motherly worries. You...you've been traveling, you must be dehyrdrated...need- um, you need water. Let's get you some water and a kip, yeah? His tone was slightly frantic but quietly so, his words tentative but not condescending as he spoke. He shot a hard glance at Orlaith, pelt prickling with a slightly irrational agitation triggered by his own nurturing instincts; surely they should adress her wellbeing before the business side of things, right?