Novel would feel her senses come to her as the name was said, it?s meaning settling deeply within her as wakefulness took hold. Heaving her dwindling weight to stand herself upright she would slowly make her way from the den, wanting to come help support her husband. She had no idea what he would be going through, but he had an idea of what might be going on in his mind. Nuzzling him lovingly her weak form would look back to Chord, he really should not have been there.
Though her form would no longer hold the power she had once commanded she?d still hold an authority over her grandson. Taking in a breath she?d mean to dismiss him, but she?d become afflicted with a rough cough. Shaking her features she?d beat it down, her stare coming to rest on the boy, "You may leave now Chord, thank you for the news." Though she hadn?t heard about their children she would have thanked him for that. Trusting he would show himself off, Novel would lean into Dutiron?s side, hoping she?d be enough comfort to bring him through his grief.
