The immediate details following the fight had been a little hazy. He had come around in the middle of Valentine's little speech though had been still struggling to regain his breath and head had been pounding from colliding with the ground upon his collapse. His head was the worst thing now, still aching the bruises and cuts too mild too care about. To be honest it was his pride that hurt the most, he had lost the fight and now he had no idea where his children were.
He had tried to nap, the rest was supposed to help his head though he had barely been able to sleep. Normally so defensive of his emotions he couldn't help but feel horribly guilty about the loss. Now his family were trapped and torn apart by the monster that ruled these lands, all because of a stupid mistake on his behalf. He could have won, he was sure but he had let his guard down for a moment in trying to bite Valentine's throat and it had instead cost him the fight.
He would stir again, with a sigh shifting to his feet and shuffling to the entrance of the den. When had he gotten so soppy? Caesar had gotten them into this mess technically but he wouldn't fault the boy at all. He worried for him instead, and for Shakespeare and Colette, they were probably both scared. He hadn't been able to see the pair before Valentine had hidden the three kids somewhere, hadn't dared to ask Isolde if she had been allowed to inform them of everything or if they had to hear it from Caesar as the only one that had been present during the whole ordeal.
