Exhausted, on the verge of collapse, but alive. Jael isn't sure how exactly she'd survived this ordeal... they just kept coming. Ordeals of all sorts, a chain of events that started with the disappearance of her sons. Wake had gone after them, and he too, hadn't returned. Her anxiety had only grown, and going after them seemed like the only solution. For weeks, it had seemed like a suicide mission. Even upon finding the lads, getting everyone back was a nearly insurmountable task. Wake's constitution was still lacking, Tide was sickly, and Davey had gotten hurt on the way. Jael was no healer, and had to rely on Wake's instruction alone.
Looking far, far worse for wear, Jael stumbled back to the borders of her home. Wake led the way, if barely, with Tide clutched in his jaws and Davey leaning heavily on him. The injury in his foreleg was splinted from the elbow down, no one entirely sure if it was a break or a sprain. Jael had attempted to insist that he let his older brother carry him, but Davey was too proud. Too high strung. Getting by okay on three legs, as long as the terrain isn't too rough.
Bedraggled, the four return to the Raider's borders. Jael's strength entirely depleted, the adrenaline fading from her system for the last time. She'd gotten them back, all of them, and they were alive. Sending Wake to get Sakana, the woman calls for Modesty. She needs Modesty. Tide crumples into Jael's side, though Davey is still bright eyed and excitable. They look like they've been through hell, well and truly. .
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