He had promised his brothers that he would not be gone for too long but he did need to get out of the territory. He had never really expected to travel so far north but it had happened nonetheless. He would not be disappointed as he continued to kick himself off of standing trees while diving under fallen ones. It was one of those things that he just tended to do while adventuring. It was pawkour which he did a lot. He would freeze dead in his tracks at the site of her. It was, unmistakably, Raisa Xanilov. The one who left. She looked so helpless and weak. His heart ran out to her as he slowly approached. He had not known that such an ill looking fate had fallen upon the wetnurse and former queen before, but he did now.
He could feel his heart ache slightly as he leaned his head down, tilting it slightly to the side while sending out a gentle coo. "Raisa..." He made a decision with those words that he was going to try his best to help her out, no matter what it took. The lower edges of the grey rings surrounding his blue orbs were soaked with the small tears he had let go. It hurt to see her in such form when she had once stood tall to rule over an entire kingdom and hell had burned itself within the lands since her departure. "Raisa... it's me Darrah." He had no idea if she would even remember him or recognize him. He had been so small and weak but no more.
