"Now let's set the field properly. Your brother needs to be reassured and your mother needs her strength when she wakes up." As Raaz left the room, Shargein put Elina's figurine on her bedstand and nuzzled her in worry.
The scent relaxed her further and the warmth of the Wyrmling reassured her in her sleep.
"Sorry, Auntie. Shargein weak." Seeing their Hatchling so upset made Salaark and Leegaain feel so guilty that Tyris deemed it being reproach enough.
Raaz returned a few minutes later, bringing Surin, Aran, and a crib for the baby.
"Is Mom alright?" Aran asked.
"No." Raaz shook his head. "She witnessed the full fury and power of your grandparents and now needs our help."
"Why?" Aran was puzzled. "Isn't it like the coolest thing ever?"
"No, it's not." Leegaain kneeled to look the boy in the eyes. "Have you ever seen your brother angry? And I don't mean just annoyed, I mean so mad that he threw a tantrum?"
