Until Lambs Become Lions

Worry had been gnawing at her. Her boys were disappearing, and for Gavroche this was the second time. She was worried for his safety, for naivety… the boy meant well, but she greatly worried he would get himself killed for it, just as he had in his previous life. Baecette wasn’t doing well either. He was sleeping for longer, and appeared to be eating less. All she could was pray to the divinities her children were going to be alright. All three of them… She nosed her son’s head, but he did not stir, just kept sleeping away while Gavroche’s companions sat near him to keep the boy company. She figured that Bae-Syl was hunting or doing a patrol, keeping busy so his worry did not consume him.

…and then came a call from her sister. Lucettte would take some time to leave the den. She would make her way to the meeting site, finding her sister bloodied and Gavroche looking as though the weight of the world had fallen upon his shoulders. As much as her heart pulled for her son, she was quick to join Dorian’s side, ears falling against her skull. “You should have at least waited to be stitched up…” Her words were soft, filled with concern. Their mother wasn’t here yet… but she had a feeling how the woman would respond…

"Speech," 'Thought.'