Firefly Glen [PHE] Strides

her heart ached for the young Mazoi. Toula had never known the world to be so cruel—it had never been such to her. she prays to the Gods for strength, for wisdom—for safety and swift healing for Safiya! 
it is only my husband and I that shall go—we did not wish to withdraw entirely, in spirit of our new friendship. but with this threat to the children of our kingdom… she prayed this would be understood! she looks to moonwoman, to sunman, to the trader. we assume that the one that did this may not have acted alone—we go to find him, for retribution, and to ascertain if there are more. I do not pretend to think these are the sort of animals that will not strike down another child, or prey upon them. and so we invite you to join us on this hunt, when your own is finished. I do not relish in this, her voice was grave, her heart breaking. she did not want to kill. she did not want violence. 
quietly, she sought another way—was this the sort of man that could be appealed to? redeemed? for all her anger, she was not so terribly hotblooded as to strike without thinking, without speaking. her earlier words rang dully in her head. must anyone die? 
show me the way, Iset!