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She stiffened and listened as the young man explained where Primrose had been found and she pictured it, immediately. The surprised expression that must have been on her son's face as he fell like a leaf through the air. So light, so limber- and yet gravity's cruel, selfish pull had brought him down with such force that it had fractured their family apart. Caerus was visibly distraught, but Niamh couldn't spare him much empathy at the moment- this was, after all, her baby boy. She choked back a wail, gritting her teeth. She had to have some sort of composure but it took everything in her power to delay the inevitable. 

"Reyes," She choked. "Take him- have some food. Rest." She wanted to thank him- but it felt too impossible to thank anyone, for bringing home nothing more than a corpse. She might later wonder more about where Caerus had come from, what his name was, and if he too had a home- but she couldn't think about that in the moment. She wanted them both gone, out of sight. Her sides shook as she fought back sobs and when she could no longer keep it in, she buried her face in her son's fur and began to scream.