She can already feel a sinking in her gut as she hurries after Cyril, head bent towards him so she could hear him speaking. As soon as the words hit, Beleth halts mid-step, staring at Cyril with horrified shock. That sinking feeling twists, like she's been sucker punched. Merrick was attacked. Who could attack Merrick--Who could attack Zevran?
She's not going to find out standing here with her mouth hanging open, so she quickly hurries to catch up to Cyril, finally stopping at the area. Her mind is already racing, and she has to lean against the large rock for a few moments, hand on her face as frantic thoughts bombard her.
"Have you tried getting Zevran on the sending crystal? He could have just left Merrick to train and moved on. If you reach him, get him here. If not--Don't panic." She says, in a panicking voice. "Just--" A few deep breaths. What would her mother do? Beleth tried to channel her, because the daughter certainly had no fucking clue.
"Okay. Look around." She can do that. Simple, easy steps. Categorize everything. Make a list. Inspect the scene. Another breath, and she starts to move around the rock, looking for any kind of clues.
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She's not going to find out standing here with her mouth hanging open, so she quickly hurries to catch up to Cyril, finally stopping at the area. Her mind is already racing, and she has to lean against the large rock for a few moments, hand on her face as frantic thoughts bombard her.
"Have you tried getting Zevran on the sending crystal? He could have just left Merrick to train and moved on. If you reach him, get him here. If not--Don't panic." She says, in a panicking voice. "Just--" A few deep breaths. What would her mother do? Beleth tried to channel her, because the daughter certainly had no fucking clue.
"Okay. Look around." She can do that. Simple, easy steps. Categorize everything. Make a list. Inspect the scene. Another breath, and she starts to move around the rock, looking for any kind of clues.