Stand Up When It's All Crashing Down

It didn’t take long for Priscilla to get soaked. The rain fell, striking her form, and still she didn't move. She felt cold sinking into her body… but in a way she was relieved she could feel it. At least she felt something.

But then there was suddenly another. Warmth, a feeling of safety as she was drawn into an embrace. She was pretty much as big as he was, though a bit thicker and more muscled on her part. Kind of funny considering she never had much of a shine for fighting.

For a moment though, despite the fact her mind hadn’t exactly processed how he got there, or why he was there in that moment, Priscilla blocked out everything else. It didn’t matter as he clung to her uncle as well and pressed her head against him, shaking, feeling her emotions cascading over her body like the rain now. She closed her eyes, slowly breathing, convincing herself that this was all real…

But most importantly, the fact Torin was here… it was hope… hope of survival… hope of things being okay. He was there when she needed him most… he hadn’t let her down yet and ‘cilla was positive he never would.

“I’m so glad you’re here…” Priscilla confessed.

“We were going to come visit… I don’t know what happened. We decided to delay a little longer, see if we could swing around and see if we could figure out where Cel had settled… we were sleeping when it erupted…” Priscilla held onto him a bit tighter.

“We got seperated… I don’t know if Osiris or Cottontail are okay… I… I wanted to check here at least… I think he’d know to check here but…” She whimpered.

“Uncle Torin… the rest of the pack… where are they right now? You helped get them out right? Together?” She drew back. It wasn’t that she doubted him -- she knew the pack was somewhere else. It was more of a check on who was there, who wasn't… if anyone had been lost since she had started journeying with the young man she made fast friends with.