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Her eyes dropped down to look at her hand, that was now covered by his own, her sight lingering there for a while. For a few seconds she fought with herself. Happiness made Saradin hurt, if she was his happy...but...Saradin would of left had he not wanted to ford the river of pain. Aura wondered if he was hurting even now...though he showed no outward signs of it, he was a little flushed maybe. She raised her eyes to his again, noticed him leaning closer to her. She seemed to let out a breath, voice barely audible. "I don't want to hurt you..." And she too leaned closer, her free hand coming up to lay against his cheek. His skin was hot.

He gnawed on his food, and listened, pushign a glass of eggnogn toward Tyler.

"She will always be with you, watching over you. She left becuase of a need to sort her place here, and her thoughts about her life. Sometimes you see the path behind you, and wonder if it's the right one. Cymarron wonders often if his path woudl be different if he had not been sold to his first Master, and had instead lived as a member of his family. woudl he be a Beast Master? would he had been as powerful or strong? woudl he have met those he cares for now?"

He thought a moment.

"But after a time, you realize the path you are on is the path in your heart you chose. Cymarron probably coudl have rejoined his family after if he had really wanted. but we chose to follow a path that led us here, and to a new pack. Nailah will realize this is where she belongs, and will return. if not, Cymarron will bring you to where she will reside."

Tyler looked at Cymarron for a moment. He tried really hard to comprehend everything Cymarron had said but some of the words were just too big for the little boy. He sighed once and then climbed down from his chair. He walked over and climbed up into Cymarron's lap. "Mr. Cynammon...I miss her." With that he began to cry and burying his head in Cymarron's chest cried his little heart out. He cried until he was exhausted and with a hiccup fell asleep in his lap.

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"I can't see illusions." Nelphean admitted, "But I think that what you saw was in your head, but I do believe that there was some external force at play, probably a devil of some sort." Nelphean hated devils, but his was dead.

Finally she moved again, she tried to sit up, it hurt but she ignored it and managed to sit on the egde of the bed. She looked down her hair covering her face again, "The pain was real, as was it all." The screams came back to her ears, the whip that caused her pain yet was no where to be found, "I could smell the blood, not just my own, but others. The screams, the whip, the dead, I could hear, see, and feel it all." She put her hands on the side of her head the sounds reverberating again then dying down just as quickly as they had come. Lowering her hands she braced them on the side of the bed, "But that is all in the mind is it not?"

He let the boy cry, and purred under his breath to help soothe him until he fell asleep, and held the boy, rocking him lightly. The little one had much on his mind, and he as well. Nailah was almost always on his mind, and her safety first and foremost. and now his new weapon, once the false elf taught him how to activate it...then Saradin and Aura. he heard thier kiss, hard to miss with feline ears, and grinned lightly. they made a good, strong pair. Bastet and her elf had had not seen this evening but for a short time.

"this is an interesting path we walk. we wonder where it will go."

She toyed with the palms of her hands seeing where they had bled as well. Morbidly, she traced the marks and saw how deep they had gone through her palms. Then she healed them quickly. "I guess there could be a scar now." She leaned against Nelphean, "I can not explain it other than it seemed very real, but I only have the one mark and there is no evidence... accept the blood streak on the floor remained..." Though only Bastet would see it.