Two Eyes Cenote along both lines of a pathway higher

a soft frown of concern tugs at meseba's lips as he comes across eset, of whom he'd clearly startled awake as his steps halt. green gaze takes her in carefully, studying for any wounds and assured when he finds none. he is quiet as she admits that she couldn't sleep; but clearly hathor had taken some sort of pity upon her to allow her some sort of respite at his shrine.

however brief.

it feeds into his own guilt that he hadn't been on that stretch of borders. that it had all went down long before he'd have even gotten there even if he would've known at the time.

how bad were her injuries? asks meseba, making himself form and force the question he had not wanted to ask when news first reached him. his stomach had been twisted too tightly into knots ... still constricts in a way that leaves him with a threatening wave of nausea. she was just a child.

he aches to comfort her, but is not sure how. he knows not what advice to give her, having never really dealt with this sort of situation before. greyjaw hollow had been relatively peaceful. they certainly had never had slavers attacking their children.

so, he is quiet for a longer moment yet, drawing nearer with the hopes of touching his muzzle to her cheek if she allowed it, before drawing back where he would recline upon his haunches.

they know where we are, and they are obviously not above maiming children, it fills him with a violent fury, burning like righteousness in his chest. but if we leave, if we seek sanctuary somewhere else it will only endanger others. it was a very thin tightrope to walk and falling on either side wasn't great. they were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

hunt them. even the playing field.

i'm more than willing to hunt them on my own. i fear that may be the only way to ensure we are safe again. the time for shadowy assassinations was over. it was war, in meseba's mind.