The Nomad offered little protest to the claim of her leader and continued to offer what she could for support. It was painful to witness one she held in esteemed regard looking so vulnerable as the pregnant female was now. And try as she may to rid the disapproval from her face, it was a futile effort that further engraved the hurting look upon her face. “My Lady please…” X’yrin was near begging now, hoping her altered tone would compel some kind of a change in the female’s stubborn disposition and make her see reason.
Her ears perked up and forward as she was not given a single direction toward her residence, but the winery where she had stayed! Her brows receded into her bangs in shock and relaxed posture grew more tense. Whatever concern she had for the woman quickly ebbed away as genuine anger surged forward held in check by recollection of the lady’s vulnerable state. Nayru had to have known better. X’yrin had pegged her to be stubborn… but not to this extent. Not when unborn life depended on her being well to see them come into the world healthy. Residing with a cold cellar was far from the right course as far as she was concerned. And talk of the Abbey… the Nomad shuddered at the mention of that religion place, dreading stepping foot even if to escort her delicate comrade.
The golden warrior made no move in either direction; unable to, had she even wanted. The conscience had asserted itself strongly and would be damned to be ignored for the sake of appealing to the delusions created by the stubborn mind. “Nayru, I am sorry but no.” X’yrin barked firmly. “You are not simple, my Lady. You know they are not places for you to be especially as your condition progresses. You need a home, not a resting ground…” The Nomad made no attempt to reach for the lady again but instead gently guided her form with the lead of her arm toward the direction of the Wentworth. Whatever grievances she had again the Ryu would discarded for the sake of this more pressing matter. She could sort through her troubles later when after this development was sorted. “Nayru, stay with me.” Rarely did the woman assert her will outside of the hunting field, but such a time called for it when pitted against tenacity of this magnitude.
“Once the land freezes and the season worsen, it will be exceedingly difficult for you to find a home for you cubs… let alone for yourself,” she remained the lady as gently as her hardened tone would allow. The scowl upon her face was not so easily replaced especially as other thoughts began to invade her mind, more worries than anything. What if she had never encountered Nayru? What if the woman remained alone in those dreadful cellars? What if she had been hurt while carrying? And why… oh why hadn’t she told anyone of her condition? And had she, what fool would have left her be? “My Lady, please see reason. Come stay with me? At least til I find you a home…” she reiterated her request, this time allowing an inflection of her tone to raise it into a question.