The 8th Noble

"She didn't mean it." Colette sobbed. "She didn't mean it, right?"
Valery offered a hug and Colette thrust herself into it with all of her strength as if she was afraid her master would float off and disappear somewhere. Aeris slowly took a few steps back and gave Valery an understanding nod. She went down the corridor and took a seat there to let the two clear the air of whatever it was that had happened in there.
"She—" The kid stammered. "She must have been t- tired or something."
In truth, this very well might just have been who the Elder became once Colette had left. Or maybe it was just who she had always been and the kid had been too blind to see it, and she wasn't quite sure which of those two thoughts hurt her the most. It felt like something so central to her core had been torn apart, and yet she could still stand.
How?
Why?
The hysteric crying began to quiet down for a bit as Colette grounded herself in this new reality where she didn't have any home to return to. At least none that she could see in that moment when all seemed to be lost.
That cramped grip around Valery didn't let go. The kid was clearly having a difficult time and for as long as Valery would allow her, Colette would cling to her like a barnacle to a boat. A door opened a little bit further down the hill, where the Elder's room had been and the nurse stepped out again. At first she seemed upset over the manner in which Colette had barged in, but as she saw the state of the girl it seemed as if she let up a little.
"The elder…" The nurse spoke through her frown. "She just lost half of her people."
Colette froze up again just to break from Valery so that she could see, observe, witness as these words passed from the nurse's lips. The others were dead? Where were the rest? Her heart skipped a beat and then another.
"They arrived in the middle of the storm you must have seen when you landed." She added. "... Cardiac complications in the left-most aorta."
What complications? The word was lost on Colette entirely, but the word 'complications' was enough for her to worry. She let in a shaky breath and looked back at Valery.
"No." She said. "No, they're—"
The kid swallowed her grief for but a moment to let the burning sensation of absolute rage course through her veins.
"They're NOT DEAD." She exclaimed angrily at the nurse. "Where are the others?"
"In the camps down by the oasis." The nurse sighed, clearly unphased by the anger put on display. She had seen it many times before when giving similar news. "They were in a rough shape too but had doctors of their own who could see to it."
"Nix." Colette mumbled in recollection for a moment before she quickly stood up on her feet. "Valery, we have to go see them. Now."