Down with the Chill

Her explanation was further cause for concern, at the knowledge that his brother lay too ill to make the journey home. Before he could reply, a puppy peeked out from the pack on her back before ducking back again. The brief glimpse was of a face with the unmistakable stamp of Pyrrhic's features, and even if he had been entertaining the idea of sending her away his heart would have softened at the sight. There was no decision to make, though, and while the sight of the pup did soften his blood-red gaze it didn't change what already was to be.

"As my brother's mate and the mother of his children you and your pups are welcome in Aerie, illness or no," he assured her solemnly. "You will have the resources you need, and we will fetch my brother home again to heal."

She looked anxious, and given the circumstances he felt urgency was justified. "The details of your stay in Aerie can wait until everyone is safely here and recovering," he continued, gesturing for her to cross the border and walk with him so they could get what they would need to bring Pyrr home. "The pups can ride with you or on the cart, or stay here to rest, whichever you'd prefer." She was, after all, their mother, and in Pyrrhic's temporary absence he was willing to trust in her to make the decisions concerning their well-being though he knew little about her. He'd have to trust his brother's judgement.