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One man, silent aside from his howl. And then her. 

If Caerus thought he knew pain now, he was proven wrong when Niamh arrived. She was the face of raw, immediate grief- and if it hurt this much to lose a boy he'd never known, he couldn't imagine how much deeper her pain was. He'd seen his father worry when siblings went missing, but he'd never seen this. He stumbled backwards at the snarl, keeping a respectful distance from the mother and her lost son. Him. Caerus had wanted so badly to know him, and hadn't even known his pronouns until he was dead. 

As she looked him over, Caerus turned his gaze away,, finding it hard to watch. He didn't cry over much, anymore, but tears that had been stuffed under a stone exterior leaked out now, and he breathed a deep sniff, trying to compose himself and not wanting to look like a baby in front of the strangers. Not that crying over a dead guy was wrong- but Caerus was at that age where he was trying his best to grow up and be an adult already, whatever the hell that looked like or meant. Even if his vision of adult behavior was totally off. 

Oh, a question- she'd asked him something. Cae looked back to her with a sniff. y-yeah- um, by the mountains. he- i found him beside a tree, near the b-bottom of a slope. He explained awkwardly, um, i tried to- i'm a doctor, so, i tried to clean his injury and everything, and tried to... to wake him up... He hung his head regretfully. he just wouldn't.