Moonspear Stiffen up that upper lip.

Hey——nothing we can do——this one——cmon—

Bridget's words were interrupted by her sudden onslaught of weeping, punctuated by gags. When they finally sank in, she whipped her head around to stare wildly at the young woman. B-but what if it's P-Pap-pa? Lilitu hiccupped, face drawn in agony. We g-gotta tell M-Mama—gotta t-tell—

Only bile, this time, splashed upon the rocks. She sniffled, her stomach feeling as if it had sank into her toes. She looked at the leg, and all she could see was Akavir. His kind, pale eyes; his handsome face. 

Was this all that was left? Would they find Arielle's remains here, too?

No, no, she moaned, rocking on her paws. Nothing seemed real; everything had changed. She was sucking in shallow, whooping inhales, unable to get a good breath between the sobs and the nausea. G-gotta find Mama. Where's my Mama?!

Her voice was the only thing among the deathly silence, a keening refrain.