Look Ma New Scars

Viviane barely noticed when she was enfolded by Cairo, though when Geoffrey folded to the ground she clung harder, tucking her tiny face into his chest and sobbing. As Geoffrey began to speak, she forced herself to silence her sobs, though the tears still flowed from her tightly closed eyes. Even after Cairo eased back, she clung to Geoffrey, until Cairo's words made her eyes open wide and she drew back to study Geoffrey as she hadn't before. Oh no, who would have done something like that? Her face showed every bit of her empathy and horror that someone would have done something so awful. Geoffrey wasn't like Cairo or Artur or Caelia. He wasn't a fighter, he wouldn't have gone looking for a fight or anything. When Geoffrey told them who it was, her eyes went even wider and she gave a soft gasp. Slavers? Slavers had taken him? "Oh no, Geoffrey," she said sorrowfully, her green eyes studying his scars in concern, and lifting one delicate paw to gently brush where they trailed down his cheek. "You've been through so much. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you." It broke her heart to know that he'd gone through so much pain alone, without his family there to give him comfort as he healed, to save him from the slavers. How long had he been at their mercy before he'd been able to escape? She tucked herself back against his chest, falling silent with the ache in her chest.