Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

The shadow of the very man who graced her thoughts, materialized now, outside the ulaq. She saw his hesitance. The way his eyes settled worriedly on her. And his voice, tight with anxiety.

Acrux stirred faintly at her side. She loosened herself around him, but did not rise to pull away. Her voice broke in a choked whine. Wracked with hurt, as if feeling her sons pain indirectly. 

"Argent. Our son...he was attacked." She tried not to let tears spring to her eyes as she looked down to the tired, bruised form of Acrux. "If it wasn't for Maggak, Alaric and a girl from Brecheliant..." She trailed off, shaking her head at the unthinkable. 

"We have been tending to him around the clock. Alaric had gone to Brecheliant to sort things out. We were told his attacker was one of their own. A youngster, who from what we can gather, ran off."