The scent of fear, helplessness, anger, and desperation permeated the air. Sylvester could understand the pain and fear Isabella was going through. Everyone was so worried and scared that they couldn't bring themselves to tell her the truth since none really had any answers to give.
But Sylvester had no such restrictions. With her head leaning on his chest, he patted Isabella's shoulder with one hand, and the other patted the back of her head, caressing her unkempt hair as if she were a little child and he was an old man. She shushed her, trying to calm her down before telling her anything.
"Don't cry, Isabella. Think of the kids. Do you want them to see you crying?" He asked, using some light magic to make her body feel warm and give her hope. "I know where Felix is, and he will be back here with you by tomorrow night. That is my promise to you."
Isabella stopped whimpering and looked up at his face. "Where is he?"
