Ankyra Sound This isn't happening. This can't be happening

Something was off, and he realized he should have probably recognized that sooner. For starters, Caiaphas was not there like he had expected her to be, and the whole atmosphere of the group was downcast. A pit formed in his throat, stomach churning with anxiety of what he read the situation to be. Could it be, his Queen -- their Queen, was gone? He did not know her very well, but she had gone too quick. A wave of grief washed over him. He had not even gotten to know his own Queen, and now, she wasn't here. She could even be dead. Judging by the cloud of negative energy that hung like smog over the gathering, she very well could be dead. Dead, and he'd never even made small-talk with her. His head throbbed, suppressing another wave of grief that threatened to wash over him. Grief and guilt for his Queen, wherever she may be if she still roamed the earth.

He looked up, hearing Kjalarr's voice cut through the silence. She could live still, Bain wanted desperately to believe that. Maybe Caiaphas was strong enough to survive whatever had caused her strange absence. He could only hope so. He listened in silence as Kjallar continued to speak, afraid to speak out on his own for the fear of his voice trembling. Bain wasn't overly-emotional, but he was admittedly self-concious. 

Bain traced his gaze to the Blackwater Islands, breifly making eye contact with Kjalarr. He nodded, as if to say he understood what the male was asking for. More scouting, more searching, more hoping. That's all he could do at the moment, so he'd make sure to adhere to those requests.