Lost Creek Hollow There's a pain in my chest

She rebuked him for apologizing, then insisted she would avenge him. Atreus still felt shame curling in his gut, though he appreciated his sister’s protectiveness. He let himself picture Amalia tearing Masquerade limb from limb and took savage pleasure in the mental image.

There really wasn’t, he growled in agreement, indulging the feelings for a moment. She thought I did something to her mother but I didn’t. I have no idea what happened to her, he seethed before realizing some context might be helpful. It was my cous—

But he abruptly cut off when he realized Amalia was in a bad way. She swayed on her feet. Atreus instinctively scooted toward her, wincing as the movement pulled on his mending flesh. He nosed at her, trying to coax her to get down on the ground before she fainted.

Amalia, are you alright? he asked, voice thick with confusion and concern.

What was wrong with her? Atreus hadn’t expected Amalia to turn up here. He’d hoped someone would notify her and then he would eventually get back to her. He should’ve known she would drop everything and run to him. Atreus now felt like a moron on top of everything else, a little whine of worry eking out of him as he continued nudging her.

Do you need me to call for Ash Paw?