L O S T
Thyrian...
Please, please...
Help me...
Stop them, stop them!
They're taking him... Thurion stop them!
Why won't either of you listen to me?
Her mind was ablaze, lips moving soundlessly as she lay in a restless state of slumber that could not be broken. Choked murmurs, cries for help, were caught within her throat; tossing and turning, hands grasping at the durasteel ground she lay upon, nails bloody and hands bruised as she thrashed and lashed out at nothing.
She wasn't in her room, she wasn't tucked up in bed like Mysa and Thyrian, she was lost amidst the Judgement, exhaustion had found her in one of the less used hallways and it was there she had sunk into this most deprived of sleep. They had not long since begun their journey back from Voss... Everything had been going so well for the little family.
Please...
The agony finally burst from her lips, a tremor spreading through her body with the outburst. It was unintelligible, a cry of anguish that sounded more feral than human. Fate had cursed her; it had toyed at her feelings and then ripped away all she had come to envision. Tiny hands and feet...Awaking with a start, Kära curled against the floor and clutched her abdomen. How could she tell him? How could she keep this to herself? She could not deal with the knowledge that ate away at her. She shook as grief took over, hiding her face behind her arm and clenching her hand in her hair. Still she held her stomach, still she felt protective over what should be.
She needed him in that moment, but she could not bring herself to move. She could not look him in the eye. She had failed him. She had failed them all.
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