Blackfeather Woods Drink me

She was so out of breath, he feared the worst. Had she found Taktuq? Was she dead? Had she been brutalized? Had Lunaria been killed? Had there been another attack from the Saints? Was Zephyr okay? Had Takiyok herself been hurt?
As fear and concern flooded him, he began inspecting her as he kissed her and held her, searching for wounds or bruises that might tell him some story of what had occurred when she clearly could not.
And then, as she tried to explain and he finally caught a glimpse of her gaze, he realized at once that something else was at play. I am here, you are okay, he breathed slowly, softly, keeping his volume quieter than normal for her. He remembered Zephyr. He remembered the seizures.
Listen to me, he said, sternly but quietly. Did you go near the tree?