Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180929031921

As they enter the Antoinette’s, Imperia and Layoka move close to Tirush but not entirely by her side. Though Imperia felt she was a close friend of Tirush and deserved to be by her in this critical moment, Imperia knew it was best to give the family space. Imperia was in tears herself at the sight of this mighty Wyvern battered, and the pain Regina showed. She couldn’t help but look around to all who were present.

Jorge was strong and alert, ready to help however he could, ignoring his own wounds until Tirush was stable. Layoka moves to Jorge, her frail malnourished body unable to keep her from him. Armata stood stoically, shrouded in his cloak now tarnished by dirt and tears. Most of his face was covered by the large collar of his cloak, his eyes were all that was visible and they were intense, focused on Tirush. Imperia could tell exactly what was going through her master’s mind. He was hoping, praying Tirush would pull through.

When she looked to Marcus, she saw a man battling to keep himself composed. Marcus was fidgeting, he had trouble watching the scene of Regina beset with grief and Tirush’s struggle to hold on. Imperia could see Marcus’ eyes watering up. She knew he felt responsible.