She had spend most of the time engrossed in her studies and hadn't expected her brother back for another week or so... However, in the blink of an eye they had returned and it had been with a huge amount of commotion. There had been furious shouts, gasps, and a number number of agonised cries as the band had returned. Suffice it to say that the Priestess-in-training had never encountered such a dramatic return and from her vantage point near her Master's den she hadn't been able to tell what had occurred.
At one point she had intended to wait for her brother to return to her home as he always did...until news began to trickle down the grapevine to her.
Those within the township had barely been able to contain themselves, and what she had originally assumed had been something slightly more pleasant had been completely incorrect. There had been an attack, and with it had come not one, but several fatalities. Most of those who had been of younger blood had perished in an assault and the rest of the more seasoned Reavers had suffered extensive injuries.
A flurry of activity could be seen as those recognised as healers descended upon the band that had returned. At first, she hadn't been aware of which band it was and she had only made a mental note to check in on it later. However with each passing murmur she began to realise that the band that was being described was none other than that of her brother's...
"Oh no..." she murmured, discarding what she had been working on to approach the swarm of healers and otherwise concerned (or curious) Freeborn.
...She would have to apologise to Kluna later, for now she needed to ensure that her brother was alive.
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