Cyrus had yet to escape the pressures of this land, his feet keeping him frozen to the ground after all that had happened. But he felt like he wasn't here at the same time. A total disconnect had taken over, eventually broken up at the sound of someone's voice. That's when he froze almost entirely. It was Valeska, someone that he had grown to care for deeply as a leader and friend. But she was also Aelia's mother. What was he supposed to say to her? How could he tell her how much he had screwed up?

Hopefully it wouldn't have to be brought to the surface. She spoke of how much she appreciated him, how he had done so much. It was a blow to his spirit. A feeling of betrayal hit him hard, that she would say such things of a man that was such a screw up. Cyrus didn't look at her for a few minutes, too scared of what would come out of his mouth if he made direct eye contact. I guess I couldn't leave quite yet either. Had some unfinished business that I needed to attend to. I also just love this place too much, it felt awful to want to leave it. Like I was abandoning it.

His voice was hard to describe, as if it didn't really belong to him. Instead to a foreign being entirely. I don't see why not. Dawnbreak should open their arms to us, understanding what we are going through at the very least. I'm sure it will all end well enough. He hadn't yet met the wolves of Dawnbreak, at least he didn't think so. There was one wolf he had met a long time ago now, but he couldn't recall where she said she was from.

Valeska had been sitting down next to him this whole time, now making it more difficult to hide his facial features within the darkness. I do what I can. I have always been grateful for what you and your pack have given me. Even when I felt like I didn't deserve it. And he still didn't feel like he deserved it. Now more then ever, he didn't deserve it.