The morning hours were warmer than the day before. Or that's what everyone felt the farther away they were from the ravaged town.

Antonis and the others of the group were awake from their evening camp and making preparations to leave again. Since Tamil was taking longer than expected, Antonis decided it best to stay put for the moment. At least then they could get breakfast and other duties accomplished better than they could on the road.

Debalora was a bit more edgy than usual. She wasn't rude or snappy to anyone, but she was obviously troubled as if something was constantly on her mind and kept to herself a majority of the time. After breakfast had been made and everyone was done eating, Debalora approached Viggo as he prepared one of the horses.

Viggo quickly noticed the femme approaching and stood up straight as she came to him. "Is there something I can help you wi..."

"What fighting style do you use when you fight in battle?" Debalora quickly interrupted, her gaze calm.

The soldier raised his brow for a moment before responding. "Faholgan two-handed longsword. That's what I usually fight with, but it depends on the weapon on hand..." It was a bit strange for Debalora, of all people, to ask him his 'fighting style'. Its not exactly something to be asked. Especially from a woman. "May I ask why?"

A thoughtful gaze was on Debalora's face, looking away briefly before returning it to Viggo, who inquired why she asked. "Do you mind teaching me?"

Viggo's brow quickly raised in near surprise. "Well, I suppose I could... Do you have any experience with a sword?"

"I used to." Debalora said calmly. "Many years ago."

Hearing Debalora speak or ask about fighting styles or fighting with swords was difficult for Viggo to process. For as long as he'd known her, he has never seen her even touch a blade let alone fight at all. She didn't even seem like the fighting type. "Why the sudden interest?"

Debalora's ears folded back, but appeared calm. "I want to learn as much as I can. Everyone here has a different style or way of fighting... I feel it best if I learn them."

"Alright." The soldier said and turned to the horse again. "I have no problem helping you."

Debalora gave an assured smile and pat the horse Viggo prepared. "Thank you."

Viggo gave a quick nod before returning his gaze back to the horse.

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Across the group's small campsite, Gordan sat alone, bundled in a large blanket, reading one of his books. His studies had slowed down ever since the town. Not only because of the town, but because of Voltrick. Voltrick had been wanting to spend time with Gordan ever since that morning he woke up from Gordan's spell. And oddly enough, Gordan enjoyed it for what it was worth.

Gordan still found it awkward to be near him. He and Voltrick may be on better terms now, but it was still hard for Gordan since Voltrick had done so much. It'll take time for things between them to heal, but Gordan felt it was safe to admit to himself that he was glad his father is with him. Even after everything.

Voltrick felt the same way, in a sense. He wanted to spend time with Gordan, now that Gordan allowed him to come near, but that awkward space between them still hasn't lessened. Voltrick knew there was still tension because of what he's done to Gordan, and Voltrick honestly didn't know what to do about it. Voltrick has done terrible things and feels there's nothing to make up for it, he's simply hurt him and everyone else too much. At least, he was able to talk to Gordan now. That is, at least, a start.

After retrieving a hot cup of broth from the breakfast Debalora had prepared, Voltrick returned to where Gordan was sitting. After Gordan saw him approaching, Voltrick lowered the cup and offered it to him.

"Thanks." Gordan said as he awkwardly set the large book in his lap and held the cup in his one hand.

Seeing Gordan's slight discomfort, Voltrick motioned to take the book from Gordan's lap to allow him more moving room for his one hand to hold the broth. After Gordan allowed him to take it, Voltrick took the book and sat next to him.

Gordan sipped the broth gratefully. The cup warmed his cold hand and the broth warmed his tongue and felt good in his empty stomach. A short moment passed before the younger tiger turned to see what Voltrick was doing. Seeing Voltrick reading the book, Gordan perked his ears up.

"How long have you been studying magic?" Voltrick asked as he skimmed through a few pages.

"Arcane magic, to be exact." Gordan took another sip of his broth before continuing. "A short time after you left. ...I knew I didn't want that curse.." Gordan hesitated as Voltrick looked at him. "I had to get rid of it before it came to me... So, I've been studying ever since."

Voltrick grunted softly and looked back to the book. "Any progress?"

Gordan turned forward again, holding the warm cup close to his face. "Some. But it I've found that curse is a lot more complicated than it appears to be. I've learned a lot so far, though. ...At least I can say that."

"You know... I studied books about magic before, when I was younger."

Gordan arched a brow and turned his head to see Voltrick. "Really? I honestly wouldn't take you as a book worm."

Voltrick smirked and gave a slight chuckle, keeping his gaze toward the book. "Heh, no. I would have liked to be..." he glanced over to Gordan briefly. "I didn't want this curse either. Apparently, you have a lot more dedication to the idea than I did."

"What made you stop?"

A frustrated, thoughtful look came upon Voltrick's face as he looked up and forward. "Your grandmother..." He paused, noticing Gordan's questioning gaze. "Its a bit complicated, but after she 'came back from the dead'... My studies sort of halted."

Gordan's brow lowered and ears folded back. "Came back from the dead... " he said unbelievingly.

Voltrick quirked a doubtful brow, but since Gordan was sitting right next to him and wanted to know... Voltrick had to continue. "She had a curse of her own. I honestly couldn't tell you what it was because she didn't want to tell me. But it had claimed her life. Oddly enough, it also brought her back to life."

The younger tiger's eyes narrowed and mouth parted. What Voltrick was saying almost didn't make any sense. Why would a curse take away life and then give it right after? He wanted to call him a liar... but why would his father lie about that sort of thing? To lead him astray in his studies? Or maybe he was actually being honest about it and felt weird talking about it. "....A curse that takes life and then gives it? That.. doesn't make any sense."

Voltrick's brow lowered and looked down toward the book again. "I'm not making it up." he said, doubting himself. He was telling the truth, but Voltrick felt Gordan may have taken it as a lie. "I didn't believe it at first either... I still dont think I do... I was so bothered by it then that I stopped my studies altogether"

"Hmm..." Was all Gordan said and looked forward again, still holding the cup of broth. ...Maybe he'll look into that curse Voltrick was talking about. He doubted he would find anything because he knew there was no point to it. It was more curiosity that would make him want to look into it.

Aidan sat against a tree, a wolf lying next to him as always. Murdoc was taking a nap, pressing his head against large paws as his chest rose evenly. Aidan had a hand over Murdoc's back with his fingers occasionally petting the long fur there as he looked out to the others from afar. No one talked about Johnson and it was difficult for Aidan to remind himself that it happened. He supposed it didn't matter...but it still frightened him that suddenly he had killed three men within two weeks. Maybe less. After it happened with Jonas, everything had started to change. He didn't feel like himself anymore. And that man...Fyren. He had been thinking about him more often. Of what, he didn't know. Aidan would only see him in his thoughts and the things that man did. He hated the man...thought he was a monster with the body of a cream furred cat. No one could be that despicable.

Antonis had come up to the two of them, his eyes first glancing down to a sleeping Murdoc before rising to Aidan. He moved himself to sit next to Aidan, opposite of the wolf and looked towards the camp, seeing what Aidan was.

"I see you two are getting along just fine now." Antonis began.

Aidan let a little smile appear, "Just fine." he repeated, "He's changed."

"Like you?"

Aidan paused, taking a moment before he turned his gaze to Antonis, who was staring back at him expectantly. "What do you mean?"

"You've been very quiet recently. Especially with me." Antonis said with a lowered brow, looking away to the camp again. "This is the most we've spoken to each other the past week. I know you are still upset about what I've done, but--"

"It's not that." Aidan interrupted, glancing down with difficulty.

"Then what?"

The cat was silent, having trouble finding the words. Let alone whether he wanted to admit the things that were troubling him.

Antonis breathed a sigh as Aidan kept quiet, continuing. "No. It doesn't matter. Just know...that you are my only friend and one I trust with my life." he paused as he saw Aidan look at him in surprise, "That one over there feels the same." Antonis said, glancing at Murdoc.

"...Why are you telling me this?" Aidan asked, lowering his ears in worry.

"I don't know. It felt as though I had to say it. But I need you to watch over for me." Antonis said, looking first to Debalora and then to Voltrick. "You brought two back to us...but I'm worried about Debalora."

Aidan nodded in understanding, his hand moving to stroke the top of Murdoc's head. "Of course. I'll make sure she's taken care of."

"Good." Antonis said before standing, taking a look to his left where they had traveled from, having been expecting Tamil for some time. After a brief moment, his eyes looked back to Aidan before walking back towards the camp.

A ways back down the trail, a black horse walked up the trail. Two riders were on the horse's back, both adorned in black and their heads shadowed by hoods. Tamil rode in front while Debbreh sat just behind him.

"Are you sure you want me do this?" Debbreh asked sternly, a glare up towards the trail. "I'm not exactly going to be welcomed with open arms."

Tamil turned his head to his right and glanced back to Debbreh behind him. "I could have left you back in that town. Alone."

"And the problem with that would be...?" the black cat asked with a quirked brow.

Tamil sneered and looked forward again. "I also could have killed you."

"Right. And take you away from your uncontrolled lust."

Tamil turned back again suddenly. "You can keep that sort of talk to yourself." He said sternly before turning forward again. "The last thing I need is the others hearing about it. Especially Antonis."

Debbreh gave a sneered smirk. She could have been spiteful about it, but she also could make fun of him for it. "Fine."

Tamil raised his chin a bit as a thin line of smoke erupted just ahead at the side of the road. A mixture of familiar scents also caughts his attention. "They're just ahead."

Debbreh arched a brow and narrowed her gaze. "They're not going to take it lightly that you've brought me along."

The panther was silent for a brief moment before he sniffed loudly. "I'll talk to them.. They wont attack you if I explain everything to them."

"Right."

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Debalora was making sure everything from breakfast was taken care of; dousing the fire and making sure the pot and cups were cleaned and taken care of. After covering the fire with dirt, Debalora stood up straight. Something had caught her eye and she turned her head to see down the road. She took a few steps closer and realized it was someone on horseback was coming up the road. "Viggo.."

Carvahall's ears perked up and looked over towards Debalora. "Yes?"

"Someone's coming up the road." Debalora said and continued watching as Viggo made his way over toward the road. After realizing who it was, she spoke again. "Its Tamil."

Viggo looked into the direction Debalora was and quickly noticed the black figure approaching down the road. But also noticed something different. "He also has someone with him... I'll inform Antonis." he said before he turned and headed into the direction Antonis had been earlier.

"Antonis!"

The general perked his ears, turning his head to see Carvahall hurrying towards him. Seeing the dogs attentions, Carvahall spoke, "Tamil has returned. And..." he paused, "...it seems that he has someone with him."

A brow lifted in interest. His first thought was Brandon, but didn't allow himself to get his hopes up. He followed Carvahall back to the campsite.

Debalora stood at the front of the camp and continued to watch Tamil and the other rider come up the trail. Her eyes narrowed slighlty as she tried to figure out who the other person was. As they came closer, she knew it wasn't Brandon. Sadly enough to admit, but she couldn't expect it to be him. Debalora didn't want to think about it. Every time she did it became too emotional for her.

So instead of hoping it was him, Debalora tried to figure out who else it could be. It could very well be someone they didn't know. Anyone could have came up to that town... but something inside her made the person seem familiar. All she could tell was that the person was shorter than Tamil, which was common with everyone around Tamil, and that they wore a black jacket and hood. The only person who wears that would be...

Debalora's brows lowered frustratedly. It couldn't be her. She betrayed everyone and even tried killing Tamil and Aidan. This person rode with Tamil, so it couldn't be her. But the closer the horse came, the more her worry increased. Everything about this person led her to believe it was Debbreh. It didn't help that the person kept their face behind Tamil's back.

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Tamil arched a brow as he came closer to the campsite, especially after noticing someone standing in the road, watching them. It didn't take long to recognize it was Debalora. Her white, long hair gave her away pretty quickly. "Might as well get this over with." Tamil said and gave the horse a kick to send the horse into a faster trott.

Debbreh scowled, mainly to the sudden bouncing of the horse. "Oh good-y"

Debalora's feeling was finally confirmed after Debbreh's red eyes were visible as Tamil quickly closed the distance between them and Debalora. Her eyes widened as she unbelievingly watched Tamil dismount the horse with Debbreh dismounting after him. "Debbreh?" Debalora quickly shifted her gaze back and forth from Debbreh to Tamil and back to Debbreh, not believing what's in front of her. "Wha... " She turned looked back to Tamil, who had tied the horse to one of the road posts and quickly approached Debalora. "Why...?"

Tamil's eyes widened and looked down to Debalora in front of himself. "Everything's fine. I'll explain everything. I have everything under control."

Debbreh stayed in the same spot she dismounted the horse at. She refused to say anything and completely expected everything to fall apart really quickly. She would have found it all funny and ironic if she didn't know what was coming. Here, she's been alone and secluded for all of this time and now someone else is trying to pull her back into everything. But when they try, everyone else will go into a panic.

Voltrick had heard Tamil's horse approaching and smelt his scent even before that. Knowing it was Tamil, he wouldn't have cared to stand. But there was another scent with him. A scent all too familiar and forced Voltrick forward toward the front of camp where Tamil rode in. A snarl quickly appeared on his face as he saw Debbreh just behind Tamil.

"Debbreh..." Voltrick growled and quickened his pace. He didn't care to ask 'why' she was here. She obviously came with Tamil... But she was still here. And she was one of the only people who he hated the most. She's tried killing him all his life, he had every right to attack her now. "What the hell is she doing here?!" he yelled.

Tamil quickly saw Voltrick approaching and turned to step in front of him, forcing his hands forward against Voltrick's chest to try and stop him. "No! Wait!"

Voltrick growled and pushed against the panther's hands away from himself. "Do you even know who that is?!"

"Of course, I do!" Tamil shouted back, glaring almost eye to eye with the tall tiger.

"Then you know what she's done and will do! Get out of my way!"

Tamil stayed firm in front of Voltrick. "I will not let you attack her! Get back!"

"Stand down, both of you!" Antonis barked as he quickly saw the situation erupting between Tamil and Voltrick. Carvahall was walking next to him as he stormed up between the two men, placing a hand on each of them to push them away.

"What's going--" Antonis stopped short as he turned his head, looking behind Tamil to see who had stood there. Through the hood, he saw a familiar face, one he never expected to see again. The general lowered his hands from the two men before turning to face Tamil.

"Should I be concerned of your memory Tamil?" he began, looking at the panther with a familiar air of authority towards him. "I notice that you've brought along someone, who despite everything said, has nearly a temper that might surpass him." he grumbled, pointing back to Voltrick, not really caring how the tiger might feel about that.

Debalora kept watching Debbreh sternly, watching her if she were to do anything. More importantly, Debalora tried to figure out why she was here. Obviously Tamil and Voltrick weren't going to get anywhere by them shouting. Since Tamil was occupied, Debalora had to ask Debbreh. And Debalora may be the only person who CAN talk to Debbreh... aside from Tamil oddly enough.

"....Debbreh." Debalora thought. Debalora wasn't telepathic, there was no way she could send a thought to her by her own ability. "...Debbreh " She had to hope Debbreh was listening. She was the only one here with the ability to hear other's thoughts. "...I know you can hear my thoughts. ..Answer me"

Debbreh quickly turned her head from Tamil and Voltrick back to Debalora, her gaze cold and serious. "What?" Debbreh's voice could only be heard within Debalora's mind and sounded annoyed.

"Why have you come here?" Debalora asked sternly, her gaze remaining on only Debbreh.

Voltrick and Tamil continued to argue until Antonis' voice broke between them. Tamil turned to see him and stepped back as the general stood between him and Voltrick. Voltrick stood his ground and kept a snarling glare towards Tamil; briefly glancing over to the demon behind the panther.

Debbreh glanced over when Antonis made himself known, narrowing her gaze briefly. "Why does it matter to you?" She thought and looked back to Debalora.

Debalora kept her gaze sternly on the feline in front of herself, even with Antonis now with them and trying to calm things down. "Answer me"

Tamil briefly glared at Voltrick before Antonis continued to speak to him directly. Tamil's teeth grit before releasing a stressed breath. "You don't need to be concerned about my memory, I remember everything that she's done and what she's capable of."

Voltrick growled loudly. He knew his temper and very knew Antonis was right. He wouldn't argue with it, only agree with his comparison. Debbreh was a cold blooded murderer who cares for no one! "Then you will know she's tried killing you all including myself! What's to stop her now?!"

Debbreh briefly narrowed her gaze toward the three arguing over her. She didn't want this, but she knew it would happen. What she didn't know was Voltrick being here. She had thought he was still at the ministry. And here he's saying SHE was bad. "I'm glad you care enought to ask Debbreh said sarcastically and looked back to Debalora. Its not like you've cared enough to find out where I am."

Debalora's brow lowered, getting increasingly angered by Debbreh's attitude and her presence here. "Debbreh, I am always worried about where you are or if you're even alive. The point is you've proven yourself untrustworthy."

Antonis stared at Tamil, as though he were contemplating the reasoning the panther had used in his encounter with Debbreh. And with that, Antonis moved his fingers between his brows, pressing against it as he closed his eyes. He was starting to get a headache just thinking about it.

"Whatever you're going to tell me, whatever it is, had better make sense. Voltrick. You stay quiet until he's done." he said, tilting his head towards the tiger briefly before moving back forward to Tamil, his head still lowered but this time his eyes shut.

"But if your explanation lacks anything near sense, I will, so help me god, I will let Voltrick maul you, and I will not care. The others may help you, but I will not care." Antonis said firmly, raising his eyes to Tamil to be clear. With so much to handle over the past two weeks, this was...this was getting ridiculous. And by the look in Antonis' eyes, Tamil can rest assured he meant his threat.

"Untrustworthy?! Debbreh's eyes widened briefly with her scowl growing. "Wha.."

"You know very well what you did to Antonis and everyone else!" Debalora quickly interrupted, her shoulder's stiffening.

Tamil gave a brief glare towards Voltrick before looking back to Antonis. He wasn't entire sure how to answer Antonis. At least in a way that made perfect sense. Tamil didn't entirely know, himself. Well, he did... but the reason couldn't be explained very well. Especially since everyone here hated Debbreh and truthfully he should too. "I waited as long as I could in that town. But before I left, Debbreh found the town." He paused, taking a deep breath; knowing Antonis was going to reject his reasoning any second. "She seemed to be affected by the town almost as much as Miss Pardia was..."

Debbreh's eye twitched as she overheard the arguement beside herself. Tamil was, as predicted, doing a horrible job defending her. "I've already been judged by Tamil for what I did. I don't need it from you."

Debalora quickly responded, her voice silent but thoughts loud. Yes, you do. I don't think you realize the full impact of your choices... Especially to Brandon" Her tone within her mind softened sadly as she mentioned Brandon. She couldn't help it, but her face had softened sadly as well. Even only thinking about Brandon, depressed her severely. And thinking about him only reminded her of what she 'could have done' and what she 'did.'

"She blamed me... and you.." Tamil continued and only paused to give a slight nod to Antonis to signify he was talking about him. "For what happened to the town. I defended you and myself, but she fought me anyway." Tamil arched a brow as Voltrick began growling again. "As we fought, I realized there was a different side to her that we hadn't seen yet."

Voltrick growled and quickly interrupted. "Her murderous blood thirsty side.."

"Voltrick!" Viggo raised his voice and glared at Voltrick. "Let him finish."

Debbreh's snarl softened to only an angered, serious stare toward Debalora. Not only was Deba's tone saddened, but even only mentioning Brandon's name burdened her completely. She stepped forward a step towards Debalora and thought to her. Why do you do that?

What? Debalora tried to hide her emotions and looked up more seriously than before.

Why are you suddenly saddened by only thinking of Brandon? Debbreh's tone was serious, but obviously began to grow more impatient.

Tamil continued even after Voltrick's interruption. "It may have been mislead, but she felt betrayed. In a sense... She acted against you because she felt you were taking everything away from her." Tamil released a frustrated sigh as he watched Antonis' unconvinced gaze become completely noticable. "I know her actions were inexcusable and make her untrustworthy. But after calming her down, I feel she completely regrets her actions."

Debalora tried to overhear what Tamil was saying, but Debbreh became more insistant. "Brandon.."

Debbreh interrupted, unable to hold her patience. "Did something happen to him?! What happened to him, where is he?!

Debalora's features saddened further than before and looked away. "He's gone... He was taken by two horsemen, who used magic to take him.

Debbreh's face filled with a mixture of unbelief and shock, her mind filling with questions. Why? Who? and more importantly, where

As Tamil finished, Antonis glanced towards Voltrick. "It sounds like someone we know." he said drolly. Why were Debbreh and Voltrick so similar?! Even their reasoning were! This was ridiculous.

With a shake of his head, Antonis turned away, passing Carvahall and began heading towards the small camp. "I'll give you both a chance. You're responsible for her actions now, Tamil." he stated before he stopped, turning back to them. "But the decision lies with Debalora." he said, glancing to the two sisters. This was family related...and he knew well enough to stay out of it. The general went on walking to the site just as Aidan arrived, climbing down a hill and watched as Antonis walked away.

"...What's going on?" he asked until he spotted Debbreh. His eyes went wide, recalling a...painful encounter with her. He was more surprised than anything.

Voltrick glanced over to Antonis as he spoke. He had stopped growling and snarling, but he did groan angerily to Antonis' comparison. Voltrick couldn't say anything. What Tamil said and what Antonis said on top of it completely prevented him from arguing. Were they really so similar? Voltrick glanced over toward Debbreh, who was oddly staring down Debalora, then back to Tamil. Voltrick couldn't believe it, he couldn't trust her.

Viggo took Antonis' leave as a chance to leave as well. He knew he needed to stay and make sure they didn't kill each other. But he wasn't their babysitter and there were things to get done. An arched eyebrow raised as he looked at Tamil, but gave a stern gaze as he looked up to Voltrick and walked past them both.

Debalora kept a depressed gaze as she thoughtfully explained what happened to Brandon. How they were in the town and how Brandon was taken. She even explained how Antonis and Tamil had hunted down the horsemen, but were seriously attacked by the horseman's magic.

Debbreh's gaze hardened and silently listened to Debalora's thoughts. Brandon was taken and no one could stop the men who took him. And by further reading Debalora's mind, she found out about Johnson and his addition to Brandon's capture. "Tamil knew?"

Debalora looked up to Debbreh, her eyes still heavy and eyebrows raised. Yes. He tried to hunt down the horsemen just like Antonis did. And that was another reason why he remained behind in the town; in case Brandon escaped somehow."

Debbreh groaned lowly as she looked at Tamil, but turned back only to see Aidan had seen her. Seeing his reaction, she groaned again and looked back to Deba. "...I didn't come here for trouble... I'll leave.."

Tamil watched Antonis leave. He felt a sigh of relief with Antonis' response, but there was still that worry that Antonis is disapproving of Tamil's decision. By right, he should. He only hoped he could earn back the trust he just lost.... Aidan's voice quickly caught Tamil's attention, catching him off guard. Both brows lowered frustratedly, knowing full well Aidan was recalling their last encounter with Debbreh. It was hard to convince Antonis... he didn't have the slightest idea how to convince Aidan.

Voltrick sneered and turned toward the surprised Aidan. Both ears tightened back further before he responded. "Tamil brought her back from that town..." he sneered before continuing. "Now she gets to stay with us." He said in almost a growl and irritatedly turned around to walk away. He didn't want to leave Aidan in the cold, but he couldn't stand being in front of Debbreh any longer. Especially someone who favored her, that person being Tamil.

Aidan blinked as Voltrick walked away, causing his ears to droop down sadly. He hadn't spoken to Voltrick ever since the town after telling Gordan that he'll leave them be. But he wondered if his own friendship was being effected by it. He also didn't know the history behind Debbreh and Voltrick, so it seemed to hurt him more that Voltrick would just walk away after he had arrived.

But his attention went to Tamil, who had a disgruntled look about him. "...If you brought her, then what's the problem?" he asked innocently. Of course he remembered they fought before, but Voltrick and Murdoc used to be enemies and look at them now. Aidan didn't know what was different if someone like Tamil brought her along. For all Aidan knew, Tamil still hated Murdoc quite a bit even after things have been resolved.

"Then why did you come?" Debalora asked, her gaze serious again but her tone was innocent as she asked.

Debbreh's gaze lowered and kept her angered features. "I didn't ask to come."

No, ...but you followed." Debalora's features softened before glancing over toward Tamil.

Debbreh's gaze raised up, her features softening more to realization and feeling uncomfortable. The cat blinked rapidly a few times as she tried to think of an excuse, her features softening further. This wasn't an arguement anymore. This was Debalora forcing Debbreh to think and to admit the same thing Tamil made her feel before. But she knew Debalora had already guessed the reason 'why'. The patience look on her face made it obvious. Debbreh only needed to admit to herself now.

A short moment passed before Debbreh released a heavy breath through her nostrils, releasing a silent sigh. "I'll do what I can to find Brandon. And I'll find out why." She said and approached Debalora. But instead of walking directly towards her, Debbreh raised a hand and comfortingly wrapped her hand around Debalora's shoulder. After Debalora gave a low nod, Debbreh walked past her. Debbreh's direction changed after she looked at Tamil.

Tamil's eyebrows raised as he looked at Aidan directly. Maybe he would be a bit more understanding than the others. He couldn't understand why, Aidan was hurt by Debbreh as well. "I'm giving her another chance..."

Before Tamil could finish his sentence, Debbreh approached him quickly and shoved him back with both hands. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Tamil's eyes widened, completely caught off guard by Debbreh suddenly appearing next to him and... shoving him? "Wait.. what?" What was she doing? He was just defending her and managed to prevent everyone from ripping her apart! What did he do wrong?!

"Why didn't you tell me about Brandon?" Debbreh demanded, glaring up at Tamil. "You had plenty of chances to tell me what happened to him. What, did you think I wouldn't care? I told you how I felt about Brandon, you couldn't tell me that little piece of information?"

Tamil's brow lowered and straightened his back. "I'm sorry, I was too busy trying to stop you from killing me. And if you didn't hear just now, as you mysteriously go silent over there, I just kept everyone from tearing you apart. I just saved your as..."

Debbreh quickly interrupted again. "Don't you start with me, Tamil. My sister just told me everything and I also heard everything YOU said as well!"

Tamil's eyebrows raised briefly. "What did I do?! Besides save your overly angry ass?!

Aidan stood not a foot away from Tamil as Debbreh and he exchanged in argument. He stood tense as he looked back and forth as they spoke. They....they sounded like an old, angry married couple!! And she was, obviously, worried about Brandon. Another good point for Debbreh in Aidan's mind.

But as he heard Tamil talk, and beyond his own control, Aidan's lip moved to the side in a suppressed smirk. Soon he started biting his bottom lip, trying desperately not to make a sound. He never heard Tamil talk like that with anyone else. The panther made it a point to appear intimidating to everyone. Even Voltrick. But with Debbreh, it sounded like he was whining.

Aidan let out a quiet snort, tightening his lips as he quickly turned away from them, covering his mouth. His shoulders started shaking. Oh they were going to kill him if he didn't leave soon! he thought to himself.