**Araatris:** As Nysse struggles back toward consciousness, she becomes aware of the distant sound of falling water, a soft, comforting, familiar burble.
**Rhoelyn:** Her lips move to speak, but her throat is too dry. A soft voice shushes her and presses a cup to her lips as her head is lifted. “Drink.”
**Araatris:** The liquid is sweetened water, dosed with a bit of medicine, judging by the bitter edge of the taste. She gulps it greedily, making a sound.
**Rhoelyn:** When the cup is pulled away, Nysse whimpers. The huntress opens her blurry eyes as she reaches for the cup. “M-more. More water please…”
**Araatris:** “Now… not too fast, or you’ll make yourself sick, little star.” Firm hands catch her own, pressing them away from the cup. “Hush, now. Be calm.”
**Rhoelyn:** “M-min’da?” Nysse’s vision clears and her breath catches. “N-no! I’m not supposed to be here. Where is everyone?!” She struggles to sit up.
**Araatris:** Celara shakes her head, pressing her firmly back against the cot. “I… don’t know, Nyssera. You were unconscious and alone when you arrived.”
**Rhoelyn:** Tears burn Nysse’s eyes. “Everything went so wrong, min’da. I… I’m pregnant. Rhese was on a mission, but it’d… it’d been too long. I…”
**Rhoelyn:** She sniffles, “I took an’da, Relare, and Leo with me. We found him and Yami, but there demons attacked… and… I’m probably not making sense.”
**Araatris:** “Shh…” Her mother strokes her hair back from her forehead, tender and sympathetic as she seldom is. “It’s the tail end of their spell.”
**Rhoelyn:** Nysse closes her eyes and lets her mother soothe her. “Does Morthis know? Are the babies okay?” She rests her hands on her stomach.
**Araatris:** Celara answers the most important question first. “The healers assure me the babies are healthy and strong. Don’t you worry for them.”
**Rhoelyn:** The huntress sighs in relief. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left.” Celara rest her hand on Nysse’s. “You had your reasons, little star.”
**Araatris:** After an emotional silence, the huntress continues, “A-and Morthis?” Her mother nods. “He called nearly immediately after you arrived.”
**Rhoelyn:** Her daughter grimaces. “I’m not surprised. I should report in.” Celara helps Nysse sit and hands her the stone. “Keep it short. You need rest.”
**Araatris:** The young elf nods, holding the stone between her hands. “Yes, min’da. Will you please get me more water?” Her mother gives her privacy.
**Rhoelyn:** Nysse activates the stone. A gruff voice snaps, “Nysse, is that you?” “Y-yes, it’s me, Morthis.” The huntress grimaces, “I just woke up.”
**Araatris:** There’s relief in his tone, if not his words. “Report, then. I have a huge collection of questions that need answers, Ghost. What’s going on?”
**Rhoelyn:** She walks him through what happened since she left. “… and now I don’t know if they’re okay or if Ruuma took Yami. I need to go back.”
**Araatris:** Morthis sighs. “You’re not going back there alone, Nysse. Not a chance.” She growls, “But-” “Save it,” he interrupts. “I know better.”
**Rhoelyn:** The huntress rubs her face. “So, you’re just going to leave them on their own? Rhese would have sent Yami with me if he could have.”
**Araatris:** “No.” The spymaster’s sigh sounds over the stone. “Look, Verune is at Lor’lathil as of this morning. Meet with him, there, and get to the others.”
**Rhoelyn:** The huntress smiles despite her worry. “Thank you. I thought for sure you were going to make me stay here…” Morthis growls, “I thought about it.”
**Araatris:** “But we both know you’ll go unless I throw you in a jail ce–… oh, that’s a good idea, actually.” Nysse gasps. “Specter! You wouldn’t. W… Would you?”
**Rhoelyn:** He sighs again. “Not yet. Don’t make me regret it. Make sure you get clearance from the healers before you leave. I’ll have Verune on stand-by.”
**Araatris:** “Have… you heard from any of the others?” The huntress is anxious to ask and afraid of the answer. “Not a peep. What about the demon hunters?”
**Rhoelyn:** Nysse bites her lip. “They were supposed to be heading back. I hope they were fast enough.” She looks up at her mother waiting in the doorway.
**Araatris:** Celara doesn’t give Nysse a chance to end the call or say anything, announcing, “I’m going, you know.” She folds her arms across her chest.
**Rhoelyn:** “Good.” Morthis confirms. “Leave as soon as she gets clearance.” The stone goes dark. Nysse protests, “Don’t you need to be with the sentinels?”
**Araatris:** Her mother frowns. “My grandson, my mate, and my daughter’s mate are missing, in danger. I think we can agree where my priorities should lie.”
**Rhoelyn:** Nysse ducks her head and mutters a sheepish, “Yes, min’da.” Celara picks up a jug of water and refills her daughter’s cup. “How do you feel?”
**Araatris:** The younger woman toys with the end of her hair, taking the cup and just holding it. “I feel slightly sick. What happened? There was a spell?”
**Rhoelyn:** Celara nods and sits in the chair beside her. “Yes, it was a spell. Luckily, it was benign as it was meant to keep someone unconscious.”
**Araatris:** “Thank Elune that’s all it was…” Nysse sips at her water, brow furrowed. Her eyes fill with tears. “Min’da, the demons want Yami for something.”
**Rhoelyn:** Her mother sits on the edge of the cot and hugs Nysse. “Then we will have to make sure to find him and stop their plan. Right, little star?”
**Araatris:** The younger woman nods, but she sniffles against her mother’s shoulder. “I’m scared, min’da. I can’t lose them.” Celara squeezes her tight.
**Rhoelyn:** “Nyssera, this is the type of fear that makes us stronger.” Celara pats her back. “We’ll do everything we can to bring everyone home again.”
**Araatris:** “Yes. Yes, we have to.” Nysse straightens and offers her mother a watery smile. “Can you get the healers to let me go? We need to leave.”
**Rhoelyn:** Celara snorts. “Abuse my power? No, you’ll have to pass their exam on your own.” She stands and smirks. “Just remember why and you’ll be fine.”
**Araatris:** Nysse sighs… before a thought occurs to her, and her eyes widen. “Wait, who are my healers? Please tell m-” Her mother gives her a stern look.
**Rhoelyn:** “No. You missed Rhoelyn by minutes. She must be on the Broken Shore with the others by now.” Her mother steps away to retrieve a healer.
**Araatris:** Nysse droops in relief, rubbing her belly. In the solitude, she whispers, “I know, little ones. I don’t like it, either, but she’d be so upset.”
**Rhoelyn:** Her mother returns with the same priest that’d directed her to the medicine room and a young female acolyte. Nysse flushes and looks away.
**Araatris:** “There’s no need to be embarrassed, sister.” The priest says, quite a bit more friendly now that he’s not rushed. “My name is Daron Sunbane.”
**Rhoelyn:** The huntress nods. “I-it’s nice to meet you.” Daron smiles and settles in the empty seat next to her cot. “You as well. Nyssera, isn’t it?”
**Araatris:** She nods once more, ducking her head and fidgeting with the blanket over her waist. He grins. “Let’s see how you’re doing, Nyssera, shall we?”
**Rhoelyn:** “Y-yes,” Nysse murmurs. The priest slowly moves his glowing hand above her stomach. He chuckles, “These twins are as content as saber cubs.”
**Araatris:** The huntress bites her lip, but she can’t help the grin that spreads across her face at the idea. “I’ve been feeling much less ill in the past day.”
**Rhoelyn:** Daron nods. “That’s good. Right on schedule.” He shifts the hand to her back. “Anything else yet? How are your clothes and armor fitting?”
**Araatris:** “M-my armor is adjustable. It hasn’t gotten too tight, yet.” Nysse can’t help but blush and ask, “Do you think they’ll start showing, soon?”
**Rhoelyn:** He considers her question thoughtfully. “Yes, I think you might with twins. Probably within the next couple of weeks you’ll start showing.”
**Araatris:** The huntress grins quietly at that idea. “Lia, will you please fetch our sister some of the nutritional supplements?” The quiet acolyte nods.
**Rhoelyn:** Lia bows and slips from the room. Daron stands and offering her a hand. “It’s hard to get the right nutrition from rations. It should help.”
**Araatris:** “Thank you.” He helps her up, and she glances at her mother before nervously asking, “Does that mean I can go? Everything’s fine?”
**Rhoelyn:** Daron laughs. “Yes, everything is fine. Assuming you can walk to the door without any problems, I have no concern letting you go to work.”
**Araatris:** At her relieved look, he wags a finger. “No more sleeping spells, though. Personally, I believe that it’s best not to expose them to much magic.”
**Rhoelyn:** Nysse grimaces. “Y-yes, I’ll be careful and avoid it.” Lia enters the room and hands Daron a pouch. “Thank you, Lia.” He turns to Nysse again.
**Araatris:** “These are just good for your body and theirs.” He shoves the pouch at her. “You should take one per day. If there’s nothing else…?”
**Rhoelyn:** The huntress shakes her head. “No.” She hugs the pouch to her chest. He smiles, bows, and heads to the door with Lia. “Elune adore, sister.”
**Araatris:** Nysse repeats the blessing with a polite bow, and her mother nods at them both as they pass. She looks over. “Let’s get moving, little star.”
**Rhoelyn:** “Yes, min’da.” The huntress hurries to gather everything. She tucks the new pouch in her belt. “Ready.” Nysse follows her mother out the door.
**Araatris:** Far from the temple in Darnassus, Temirra dashes along the cobbled street in Suramar City, a nightborn mounted on an arcane saber fast after her.
**Rhoelyn:** A figure drops down from above slamming the elf off their mount. With a swing of a massive glaive, the saber falls to the ground as well.
**Araatris:** “Thank you, my love,” the woman says, sheathing her own glaives. “Did someone get caught with her fingers in the jar, sweet?” he laughs.
**Rhoelyn:** “Yes, I got too close to the jails.” Temirra brushes her hand along his arm and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Did you have better luck, dear?”
**Araatris:** Lash grins smugly and pulls a pair of objects from a suspiciously borrowed-looking pouch on his belt. “Who’s a good boy? I deserve a treat.”
**Rhoelyn:** Mirra laughs and grants him another kiss. “Of course. Hard work deserves a reward.” Lash presses one of them into her hand. “For you, sweet.”
**Araatris:** She holds the pendant in her hand, her hooded gaze watching the fel magic in it swirl. “Oh! A key sigil to the cells! You shouldn’t have.”
**Rhoelyn:** “Nothing is too good for you.” Lash smirks. “So, shall we give the jail another shot?” His mate regards him with amusement. “Yes, let’s.”
**Araatris:** The pair starts past their recent victims, but he pauses for a moment and leans down by the saber. “Oooo… now, that is a nice harness.”
**Rhoelyn:** She pauses with him. “Do you think you could modify it to fit Yoz or is it too small?” Temirra sweeps her gaze around the area, watchfully.
**Araatris:** With a chuckle, he straightens. “I think I can. I got blood on this one. Maybe you can get me another before we go home. Please, my sweet?”
**Rhoelyn:** “Possibly. If you behave yourself.” She smirks. Mirra jumps up before he can respond. He watches her back before following a moment later.
**Araatris:** Soon, she kneels at the edge of the tower overlooking a plaza. A glowing, tuned disc near the center thrums softly, echoing off the arched gazebo.
**Rhoelyn:** Temirra waits until the patrol passes and drops down to the plaza, ducking behind some boxes. A few minutes later, Lash silently joins her.
**Araatris:** They wait until the coast is clear before they hurry to the transport pad. Lash uses the excuse to tug her close against his side as it activates.
**Rhoelyn:** The demon hunters appear in a dark location. Their felfire eyes search the area as Lash cradles Temirra against him. He murmurs, “Be ready.”
**Araatris:** “Always,” she whispers softly, kissing his cheek before she steps away. “This way. I know where we need to be.” She drags at his hand idly.
**Rhoelyn:** Lash entwines their fingers as they hurry along. They head down several passages, the darkness hiding them from many of the guards they pass.
**Araatris:** Shortly outside one particular side tunnel, she tugs him up short, her voice barely audible. “Don’t make my mistake.” She points to the wall.
**Rhoelyn:** An inquisitor eye paces, a sentry for the area. The demon hunter whispers in her ear, rumbling, “It’s in the way. We’ll have to take it out.”
**Araatris:** Mirra nods and pats his behind to shoo him forward. He slants her an amused grin before he readies, power flaring around him until he darts forward.
**Rhoelyn:** He leaps up, cutting the eye in a quick smooth motion. Mirra ducks underneath to catch the pieces and lay them on the ground silently, smiling.
**Araatris:** With a jut of her chin, she heads deeper into the tunnel, leading him along. The patrols are easy enough to dodge, shadows thick in the warrens.
**Rhoelyn:** They pause and Mirra peers around a corner. She looks back and holds up two fingers. Motioning for him to go right, she darts around the wall.
**Araatris:** She silences the guard on her side with a glaive through the spine. Rhian’s leaves an angular nightborn head on the floor. They both look over.
**Rhoelyn:** Temirra strides over to the dark gate and tugs it open. She winces as it creaks loudly. Lash steps closer. “Is this the way, my sweet?”
**Araatris:** She nods, taking his hand and whispering. “They’re keeping the children far from the other prisoners. Segregated.” She tugs him, anxious.
**Rhoelyn:** They head through the first block of cells. Their emptiness unsettling to them both, even Lash’s expression is grim. He squeezes her hand.
**Araatris:** The demon huntress moves faster as time wears on and another block of empty cells comes and goes. When a pair of guards come into view, she sprints.
**Rhoelyn:** Rhian follows her, cutting these guards down as efficiently as the last. He pulls his glaive from the wall and the soldier slips to the ground.
**Araatris:** Mirra’s victim falls beside him, and she flicks blood from her glaives as she steps up to the lone cell. Her mate watches as she crouches there.
**Rhoelyn:** “Are you in there? We came to help you…” She slips her hand between the bars. A smaller figure shifts in the darkness, growling softly.
**Araatris:** Mirra shushes him gently. “Don’t be frightened, darling boy. We’re here to help. You remember Lash?” The man kneels beside her, waving.
**Rhoelyn:** There’s a blurring within the shadows and Yami murmurs tentatively, “Lash?” He walks to the bars, gripping them. Lash grins, “That’s right, kid.”
**Araatris:** He’s a child, a reflection of how he feels at the moment, and he rubs a grubby sleeve across his cheek with a sniffle. “They took an’da, Lash.”
**Rhoelyn:** “I think they hurt min’da. She… she wouldn’t wake up. I sent her home.” Fresh tears well in his eyes. “I’m sure she’s alright.” Mirra soothes.
**Araatris:** The demon huntress fishes the cell spellkey from her pouch as Yami whispers, “I’m scared…” “Let’s get you out of there, darling,” she says.
**Rhoelyn:** Temirra passes the spellkey over a panel. When it creaks open, Lash scoops the boy up. “We’ll find your an’da and make sure you’re both safe.”
**Araatris:** Yami clings to him, burying his face against the demon hunter’s bare shoulder. “It’s all right, squirt. Take a few minutes to be brave, again.”
**Rhoelyn:** Mirra rubs the boy’s back as he sniffles. After a couple of minutes, Yami takes a deep breath and rubs at his eyes. “An’da needs me.”
**Araatris:** “Yes,” she says softly, sharing a glance over his head with Rhian. The pair of them smile at his courage. “Are you ready to help us free him?”
**Rhoelyn:** “Mm hmm.” Yami nods. When Rhian sets him down, he shifts to his teenage form and Mirra tilts her head. She gives her mate a questioning look.
**Araatris:** Lash grins and claps a hand on the young man’s shoulder, telling her, “He’s special. Yami, this is my partner, Temirra Heartsguard.”
**Rhoelyn:** Yami grins, an echo of his father’s charming smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Temirra. Thank you for coming.” Mirra chuckles, “You’re welcome.”
**Araatris:** Her hooded face shifts to Lash’s. “Oh, be careful, my dearest. He is the little heartbreaker. I may keep him and be done with you.” Yami blushes.
**Rhoelyn:** Rhian smirks. “Don’t you think he’s a little young for you, my sweet?” Yami clears his throat, quickly suggesting, “L-let’s go rescue an’da!”
**Araatris:** The pair of them grin at each other, and it’s obvious by the look they share that there’s no risk, there. “Come, darlings.” Mirra turns away.
**Rhoelyn:** The demon huntress heads back the way they came and Lash nudges Yami in-between them protectively. “You heard the lady, kid. Let’s go.”
**Araatris:** For a long while, the three of them wend their way through the maze of the warrens, easily seeking the shadows to avoid the felborn patrols.
**Rhoelyn:** Yami tilts his head, then leans and whispers to Mirra, “He’s that way. I can feel it.” He points slightly to the left of their current path.
**Araatris:** Again, she tilts her head at the boy before her attention shifts to Lash. The demon hunter just shrugs. “Alright, then. We follow your lead.”
**Rhoelyn:** The young man slips ahead. He pauses occasionally as if gathering information from an unknown sense. Mirra grabs his arm at one junction.
**Araatris:** She yanks the boy back into cover just in time to avoid the eredar who strides by, her expression grim and frustrated. Two felguards follow her.
**Rhoelyn:** Lash comments softly, “We must be getting close.” Mirra nods and whispers to Yami, “Yes, but you must be careful, dear child. Stay alert.”
**Araatris:** Yami regards her with serious black eyes and nods. They wait a few more minutes through deepening silence before they turn toward the right.
**Rhoelyn:** As they approach the cell block entrance, there’s several guards including a scowling eredar. “How dare they put me on guard duty!”
**Araatris:** Ruuma paces as she rants aloud, the two felguard and two more nightborn guards barely bothering to glance at her. Her wounds are nearly healed.
**Rhoelyn:** The voidling hisses at Rhian, “That’s her, Lash! She’s the one that attacked us!” His shape blurs as he silently snarls at the woman.
**Araatris:** The older man rests a calming hand on the bristling black wolf’s shoulder, whispering by his ear. “Calm down, kid. We need the right moment.”
**Rhoelyn:** While still tense, the wolf Yami settles for glaring at the eredar. “They might have failed, but I…” Ruuma pushes past the guards to the cells.
**Araatris:** The eredar stands before the only occupied one, hands on her hips. “I got the only two we really needed.” She grins darkly and extends a hand.
**Rhoelyn:** When a male voice screams, the wolf trembles under Lash’s hand. “Are you ready, sweet? I think it’s almost time.” Mirra nods, her muscles bunching.
**Araatris:** “I wish the master…” She pauses to draw another cry from him. “… would just let me break you. You aggravate me. Sickening you isn’t enough.”
**Rhoelyn:** Rhese snarls, “It didn’t work before. It won’t work now.” Rhian gestures Yami left, himself right, and Mirra the middle. They bolt out from hiding.
**Araatris:** Before the eredar has turned, two of the guards lay dead at their companions’ feet. But she turns slowly, no surprise on her face, just smug joy.
**Rhoelyn:** Mirra smiles. “Why hello there, dear. I hope you don’t mind if we interrupt your little conversation.” The demon huntress slashes at the eredar.
**Araatris:** Ruuma chuckles and dodges under Mirra’s blade. “Don’t worry. I was only talking to myself.” She charges straight at her, away from the empty cell.
**Rhoelyn:** Leaping backwards, the demon huntress brings up her blade to block. “Now, darling, don’t you know it’s a bad sign to talk to yourself?”
**Araatris:** Felfire trails her talons as the demon slashes at her. “But the voidling understands, now.” Her gaze goes to Yami. “The Master has your father.”
**Rhoelyn:** Lash grabs the wolf, preventing him from running. “You’re staying here until we figure this out, squirt.” Yami shifts, glaring darkly at Ruuma.
**Araatris:** “Give an’da back!” he demands. Mirra frowns but holds off on attacking the eredar. “You’ll have your father back when you do as the Master wants.”
**Rhoelyn:** Rhian looks at the demon grimly. “Who is this master anyway? Why does he need Yami to open a void portal? You have sorcerers that can do that.”
**Araatris:** Ruuma stands ready to attack or defend against Temirra, but she answers, “The Master is transcended. And this one has the affinity he needs.”
**Rhoelyn:** Mirra keeps her blades ready. “Transcended? Transcended to what? And what affinity does he have?” The eredar smirks, slicing forward instead.
**Araatris:** The night elf catches the strike against the wide edge of her glaive, swinging the other at Ruuma’s gut. It digs a deep furrow through her red skin.
**Rhoelyn:** The eredar hisses and attempts to dart around Temirra’s side and aim at her back. When Mirra’s blade cuts her off, Ruuma jumps back.
**Araatris:** “Transcended… beyond his mortal origins, if you must know. Now, he serves the Lady and her Children. They will be freed!” She looks at Yami.
**Rhoelyn:** “This… creature is the only one with that the connection.” Ruuma sneers. “Surely you wish to see your family again. Cooperate and you will.”
**Araatris:** Yami’s eyes widen, and he grasps Lash’s wrist to steady himself. “You mean my brothers and sisters? Aleesa?” Mirra and her mate look puzzled.
**Rhoelyn:** The teen bites his lip. “Min’da was so upset when they left.” He mumbles, “An’da was terrified she’d go with them…” Ruuma smirks smugly.
**Araatris:** “I… I think I need to talk to your Master.” Yami gulps. Lash gapes at him. “What?! Kid, I know you’re new to this, but you don’t listen to demons.”
**Rhoelyn:** Ruuma ignores the demon hunter and answers Yami. “He’s wanted to see you for a long time, voidling. He’d be very happy to grant you an audience.”
**Araatris:** The young man frowns, his black eyes wide under furrowed brows. Temirra watches him for a moment, then sighs and dashes toward the eredar.
**Rhoelyn:** The eredar raises a hand and the demon huntress’ blade crosses through empty air. Yami grimaces. “But they might be able to bring Aleesa back…”
**Araatris:** Mirra curses softly and sheathes her glaives, quickly plopping down with her legs crossed. She says, “I’ll trace that teleport spell of hers.”
**Rhoelyn:** “Thank you, sweet.” Lash looks down at Yami. “Alright, squirt. Let’s talk. I think you need to catch us up on a few things. Can you do that?”
**Araatris:** The boy lowers his eyes, releasing the older elf’s wrist self-consciously. “But… min’da says it’s not safe to tell. You… might not like me.”
**Rhoelyn:** Rhian puts a hand on the young man’s head. “We’re not going to judge you. You’re a sweet kid, but we need to know how to help you.”
**Araatris:** Yami ponders for a moment before he rests his hands on top of Rhian’s. “I think… I think you two are safe, somehow. I trust you, Lash.”
**Rhoelyn:** Still, he clutches Lash’s hand nervously. “They found me as an egg in the bottom of a river. Aleesa knew I was supposed to be with min’da.”
**Rhoelyn:** The young man takes a deep breath. “I hatched into min’da’s hands, a tiny little voidling. With my parents’ guidance, I learned more forms…”
**Araatris:** As the demon hunter watches him, brows high, he says, “… and… and how to be more of a person. I only want to help people, like my family.”
**Rhoelyn:** Lash runs his free hand through his hair. “So, you’re a voidling adopted by Rhese and…” “Nysse,” Temirra supplies before returning to her task.
**Rhoelyn:** “But where does this Aleesa and your siblings fit in?” The demon hunter asks. Yami ducks his head. “Aleesa helped save me and my siblings…”
**Araatris:** Lash smiles. “This is making so much more sense. Except… how many siblings, squirt?” The young man grins. “Seven! Oh, and two more, soon enough.”
**Rhoelyn:** The demon hunter ruffles his hair. “You’ll be a good big brother. I can tell. So, one more question. What happened to all of them, squirt?”
**Araatris:** Yami frowns as he straightens his short silver hair. “They… went back home. And auntie Aleesa went to take care of them.
**Araatris:** Then Dorian went to take care of Aleesa. Min’da – everybody, really, but especially min’da – was really sad about all of them going.”
**Rhoelyn:** “So you think it’d make your mother happy if you brought them back and it’s hard to see why it’s a bad thing. Is that right?” Lash asks evenly.
**Araatris:** The young man nods, looking at him quite seriously. “But I dunno why this Master is doing all this. I don’t think he’s nice, an’ he took an’da.”
**Rhoelyn:** Temirra stands and takes a couple of strides to them. “Well, if he’s a demon, then he may be lying or only telling part of the truth, dear.”
**Araatris:** “What should I do?” Yami clenches Lash’s hand uncertainly, looking between the two of them. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt!”
**Rhoelyn:** The demon hunters share a look. Mirra brushes Yami’s hair back. “It’s difficult, but sometimes people get hurt no matter how hard we try.”
**Araatris:** With a sigh, he droops. “I don’t like that.” She smiles softly. “That’s because you are a darling boy. What do you want to do the most, Yami?”
**Rhoelyn:** “Rescue an’da. If they have a way to save Aleesa, then we can figure it out, too.” Yami looks up, a grim expression on his youthful face.
**Araatris:** Mirra’s face turns to Lash, and he nods. She does as well before she says, “I like your goal, but we’ll need to be careful. They’re expecting us.”
**Rhoelyn:** Yami bites his lip. “Would it help to get the others? Maybe they could help us?” Temirra taps her chin. “Perhaps… What do you think, dear?”
**Araatris:** Lash frowns, brushing a hand over one of his horns. “We’ll have to split up, then. They will hurt the kid if they think Yami is running.”
**Rhoelyn:** “I’ll go. I traveled with them before.” Temirra kisses Rhian briefly. “Both of you try and stay out of trouble until I return with the others.”