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It wouldn't even surprise him if more trouble still followed his brother after the grave. Who knew what enemies he had made in his time away from the mountain and Jarilo was not about to underestimate his ability to bite down hard on anything, anywhere.

She answered, and.. he knew. It still pained him to hear, and burned behind his eyes. Revui's violence was what drove him from them, but what had made him impressive. Jarilo remembered seeing it young. How fast it had come and how as middle son, he had seen it elsewhere--knew exactly where it came from, when it glimmered in his sisters for that second, or terrifyingly, his parents--his mother. But it consumed his sterling brother worse than the others, or was able to run more rampant in his beastly flesh. He always was, he whispered. It was too heavy to think that it had come crashing down on him so very soon. A considerable wound to a family's heart already splintered and scarred.

But despite that, she was home again, and he tried to be graceful in his understanding of what was not of his realm. Heavy, anguished steps or not, he felt it important to keep making them forward. Indeed. Welcome home, he finally spoke against her warmth, before receding in silence, and a sigh of relief. He was anxious to reunite them all soon, to see their son and daughter again already. Revui still weighed so mightily on his mind, but, there was nothing more to be said; what was done, was done.

He stayed by her side for as long as he was able.