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The leader of the Dreamers was lost in a haze of pain and grief. A full day had passed since she had partaken in a harrowing fight with the murderess who had slithered her way into their ranks and now the full truth of the situation had sunken into her heart and head. At first there had only been that blinding anger, that need for justice and retribution. All of that was gone now though, flooded out of her during the combat that had left her seriously wounded. Her daughters had pulled the arrow from her shoulder and stitched and bandaged all her other wounds. That was not what hurt the most though, incapacitated as she was. What hurt most was the knowledge that she had lost her son. That horrid beast of a woman had killed him. Now she reaped the fruits of her indecision from before. Savina should have gone after Denali. She should have gone after him and brought him home. She could have saved him, and now he was dead. Killed, because she hadn't been able to make a choice.
Once the delirium from her blood-loss had lifted she had asked Cambria to bring her the mask that she had found in the traitor's belongings, the one that had belonged to her son. It was all there was left of him now. There was no body to bury, that grim sense of closure even denied to her. The woman had curled her battered body around the metal feline mask as if it were Denali and she cried silently, eyes giving birth to the twin rivers of her grief and loss. The joy of Artemis' awakening had been completely snuffed out and she felt hollow inside. There was some, very small part of her that even wished she had died in that fight, that felt she deserved such a fate for failing the boy she had taken in as her own and sworn to take care of.
She had slipped into some fitful sleep, but when she heard faint footsteps in the room and softly whispered words her dulled eyes half opened and head turned to look at who had entered. Her eyes connected with her brother's and tears sprang anew instantly. "I failed him Ehno..." her voice choked out weakly. There was no care or concern for her own physical state, only for that deep rooted loss that now suffocated her spirit.
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