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brenna juliet lyons
 Posted: Nov 26 2015, 02:55 AM
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She didn't know how long it had been since the last time she'd made contact with the resistance troops in their base camp, really didn't even know how long in total she'd actually been out there searching the wasteland that used to be her home world for some sign of Camelot and the people who called the kingdom home. She'd made a promise to her mother on the last day they'd seen one another--a promise that they would see each other again one day, that she would find her again no matter what--and she still had every intention of keeping that promise, just as she planned to keep the unspoken promise she'd made to protect Arthur and the kingdom when she became a knight of the round table. But it had been hard keeping those promises so far when each time she'd attempted to search for her mother or King Arthur or Garrett or any of the others she'd been separated from when the darkness fell over Camelot, her search had come up fruitless. Even this most recent excursion, however long a search it had ended up being, had only ended in disappointment. She'd finally found Camelot, in ruins and half swallowed up by sand and decay, and had even found what she thought to be signs that someone had been through the kingdom recently--perhaps one of her friends, but the search hadn't led her much farther than the outskirts of the forbidden forest before she'd lost the trail and begun wandering blindly.

At one point, she might have said that she'd grown rather familiar with that forest, had even begun to understand it on some level thanks to the time she'd spent there in search of the sword when she'd first met Garrett, but it was not the same forest nowadays as the one she'd started to learn the ways of back then. It had been years since she'd wandered, carefree, through the trees, hardly touched by the violence the forest was so widely known for, and in those years, the forbidden forest had changed drastically from what she'd once known. It had always been a dangerous place, no doubt, but it had grown wild since the darkness had fallen over the world--the once colorful place she'd discovered was not quite as horrific as people described it had become dark, hidden by mist and fog and crowded with new dangers that put those things she'd once shied away from to shame.

Pushing the forbidden forest and the terrible things she'd seen there from her thoughts for now, she pressed forward, knowing she must be getting close to where her old friends had always made camp by now. She had to keep her head up if she wanted to keep from losing her mind, had to stay optimistic, to think of the good. Like how lucky she was that her apartment and the studio were still available when she'd finally dragged herself back through the portal and that her landlord hadn't given up hope that she was ever coming back from her 'extended vacation.' She didn't know what she would have done with herself if she'd come back home only to find that someone had moved into her apartment and that her studio space had been turned into something other than the space she used to host her kickboxing classes. Rolling her shoulders, she stepped carefully up onto a boulder to her right, dusting off her pants and peering around. It'd been along time since she'd seen everyone at camp. Who knew if the group she was met with would even be the same group of people she'd begun to befriend before she ran off in search of Camelot, but again, she held onto hope that her friends would be there when she finally made it. The sun was setting now, the sky growing darker, and in the distance, she could just make out the beginnings of firelight coming to life.

Hurrying herself forward, she hoisted the pack she carried further onto her shoulder, ignoring the way the weight of it tugged uncomfortably at her neck muscles. She was so close now that she could almost hear the hushed conversations of resistance members in their tents, discussing strategy and planning raids and paths they would use to escort people back to the portal. She'd missed that in all the months that she'd been gone. Missed the late nights spent huddled around a makeshift table talking over what they're next move would be to combat the darkness, or settled around the campfire talking about their old homes and families and loved ones, or the sparring sessions she would have with Thomas as they each struggled to find their place as resistance fighters. Sighing, she finally entered the heart of the camp, passing between two tents and being careful not to step on or trip over the ties that kept the tents from falling flat. There were few people outside, most of them probably cooped up in tents as the air cooled down and the wind picked up, but she smiled softly as the handful of people who passed and big her welcome. Though she did not recognize them, it was at least nice to know she'd finally made it. "Hi," she murmured, pulling her pack from her shoulders and settling it in he dirt at her feet before reaching up to rub at the back of her neck. She was finally back.

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Thomas was used to people coming and going. It was the nature of the life they chose to live in this world. Those that decided to stay behind became all but nomads, their lives spent constantly moving from one place to another. Forever running from the oncoming darkness. For some the decision to run right on through the portal was an easy one, for others the easier choice was to stay and fight. Even if fighting meant loss, hardship, and the never ending brutalities of war. Of course easier was a vague word in this sort of situation. Nothing was ever easy when it came to deciding whether or not you wanted to leave your home. Or if you wanted to spend your time risking your life in a battle that might never be won. Or at the very least...one you would never see to the end. It was the definition of a rock and a hard place, and even those who'd chosen couldn't help but waver in their convictions. How often had he considered stepping away from all this? How many times had he sat down on the edges of a battlefield and wondered if maybe he should just stop...if he even could stop? He supposed in a lot of ways leaving was better then dying. He was almost glad when someone decided they just couldn't anymore and crossed into the other world, never to come back. He'd be glad if John ever decided to make that same choice, or any of the other people he cared about, and half wondered if he could make it himself.

Sometimes he wasn't always so lucky though. Sometimes people died, or when they left they didn't vanish through a portal...but off to who knows where. Sometimes he was left behind, watching the horizon, and wondering if he'd ever see them again. There were a handful of those, people that needed to find something or themselves. He got it, of course he did, sometimes he wanted to do it too. If he didn't have things tying him here, or if his family had been out there somewhere. He'd want to go looking. Even if the search came up nothing, or he got killed for trying. It was better then just sitting around doing nothing. His own family was safe back across the portal and he knew that he'd been lucky on that front. That not everyone got a chance to find their loved ones and make sure they got to safety, especially when those loved ones had been a whole ocean away when darkness fell. Sometimes he wished he could pass that luck off to somebody else. He'd used his fair share of it already, lived a good long life, been blessed to survive things he probably shouldn't have. Would it be wrong to give someone else a turn?

Being in the camp these days felt too much like home. He was comfortable here, at peace, and he shouldn't have been. Even in this one area where their hold was the strongest, the darkness was always lurking in the peripheral. Beasts and monsters, dragons that swooped from the sky, and masked men. They struggled to keep their hold on this one measly plot of land. One that offered nothing in the way of true advantages, except for its proximity to where one of the portals would appear. It'd be stupid to ever feel safe here, and yet he spent so much time among these people and wandering through these tents, that it was like second nature now. A struggle to keep from letting his guard slip because in this world something like that got you killed.

So he forced himself to do things; rounds, keep watch, check supplies. Kept himself moving and weaving in and out of the tents. Talking to friends and comrades, but rarely staying in any one place for more then a few moments. It helped to keep him on his toes if he was always moving, always busy, always running some sort of scenario in his head. Almost kind of funny how the boy who'd once only dreamed of building himself a home in a new world, had so easily turned into a soldier. A fighter that mulled over strategies and rationing rather then where he should finally settle down. The tiny little budding colony in Jamestown seemed to rest a million miles away and centuries ago in another life. One that he only vaguely remembered as having belonged to him.

Shouldering his rifle, he stuffed his pockets with carving supplies; the small block of wood he'd been whittling, his favorite knife, a pad of sandpaper. Other things came too when he took a moment to consider the fact that he was going out on patrol. Like a handgun, some extra ammunition, and small pouch with bread and cheese wedged in a backpack. Slipping from his tent, he did a last mental run of everything, before getting ready to go out. Or at least, he was about to anyway. Before he scanned the camp out of instinct and caught sight of a familiar face he hadn't seen in...well a while. Sometimes he wasn't lucky and people vanished into the animated world...but sometimes, sometimes they came back.

He moved a little hastily, weaving through obstacles and very nearly stumbling over his own feet various times. Coordination had never been his strong suite, and when he rushed it seemed to grow further out of his reach. When he stopped it was more of a slight skid against the dirt floor, managing miraculously to stop before he bowled right into her.

"Brenna! You're back!" A grin spread across his face, and there was no hesitation as he pulled her into a hug. After all, he'd been worried about her...and she was okay.

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 Posted: Aug 15 2016, 01:04 AM
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It was hard to keep the flashes of images at bay as they flitted through her memories, images of the things she'd seen when she'd finally found Camelot swallowed up by the terrain where the darkness had turned it harsh and vicious. Images of her home, shattered and in ruins, and the once great kingdom abandoned by its citizens who had so many years before built it up and made it the Camelot she remembered: the city of strong, brave men and women who stood for honor and justice and peace and the knights who fought vigilantly day and night to protect their king and the whole of Camelot. And once upon a time, she had been one of them, however short lived her knighthood had been. On the day when she and Garrett had completed their quest and knelt down to be knighted, she had sworn an oath--silent but no less sacred--and had made a promise to protect her king and her country and every citizen of the kingdom, no matter how small. No one shall be greater than all. It had been a staple of Camelot's society for as long as she could remember, since she was nothing more than a little girl growing up on a farm and hoping and praying that she might one day become a knight like her father Sir Lionel.

At the time, it had been little more than a dream of a dream that she stood no chance of reaching, but her father and mother had not raised a quitter, and though she knew at times that her mother must have wished that she would give up her fantasies and become a proper lady, she never had, and Lady Juliana had remained supportive in whatever ways she could, even if her daughter could rarely see it. Sighing, Brenna pushed herself carefully up to stand on a boulder that had settled into the dust and the dirt and peered through the haze of the coming night in search of some sign that the resistance camp she had once been so familiar with was as close by as the felt it was. In the distance, she could scarcely make out the faint glow of a burning fire--a fire she could already imagine her old friends gathered around as they strategized and discussed battles that had gone by, as they struggled to plan and stay one step ahead of the fearsome, omnipresent enemy they had found in the darkness and its minions. At one point, she'd held a seat at that congregation, and listened to and voice opinions and had aided in the resistance efforts all around... But the time had come to strike out and try again to locate any of the loved ones she had been separated from when Camelot fell to the darkness years ago. The time to search high and low for her mother or her king or the man she had fallen so deeply in love with, for Devon and Cornwall and Merlin, the King's adviser--she knew she could certainly use his advice right about now. The time had come to keep the promise she'd made when her hand pulled away from her mother's grip and she lost her in the sea of fleeing denizens.

"No matter what, we'll see each other again." Dropping down from the boulder, her knees cracked angrily under her weight, and with another sigh, she rolled her shoulders carefully under the straps of the pack she carried with her. She still had a while to go yet, but she was so close she could almost hear the voices carrying on the wind from the camp as the resistance fighters meandered from tent to tent, on the lookout for danger and making plans amongst themselves. Starting forward again, her feet sinking into the thick sand as she walked, she trudged her way ever closer to the camp, keeping her eyes trained on the fire in the distance as it grew closer and closer. Maneuvering her way through the lines between the tents at the edge of the encampment when she finally made it. She was exhausted, longing for little other than a place to settle down and rest for a moment, a place to take a moment out and breathe. Taking a long moment to scan the tents around her in search of anyone she might recognize from when she'd last been a part of this unlikely team of survivors. At first, each face her gaze fell across was new and unfamiliar, and she found herself wondering where her friends had ended up. Where John and Astrid and Layla and Thomas had ended up--if they were here somewhere, or out in the wasteland like she had been for so long, searching for lost loved ones or for themselves, or if they were safe and well wherever they were.

Settling her bag down and nodding politely to the group gathered around the small campfire, she rolled her shoulders again, finally relieved of the weight she'd carried from the portal. The sound of heavy footfalls headed her way caught her attention and she whirled around to face whatever was headed her way with wide eyes, realizing at the last minute who it was that was coming towards her. "Thomas?" she exclaimed with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her, throwing her arms around his neck with a laugh. He had become one of her closest friends since she'd first joined the ranks of the resistance, and seeing him here somehow helped to make the months of distance from her home and her friends fade away from her thoughts for the time being. "I am--I'm so glad you're here!" Pulling back enough to get a good look at him, to see for herself that he was still in one piece after all the time she'd been away. "I was worried I'd show up and I wouldn't know anyone's faces anymore," she explained with another laugh, sighing. "How have you been? And how's John, and Astrid, and Layla, and...well, everyone." Shaking her head, she forced herself to slow down and give him time to respond, gesturing to a log by the fire to see if he wanted to sit with her for a minute.

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It was impossible to express in words how relieved he was to see her. While he'd tried his best to be positive and hope for her safe return, he knew what it was like out there better than anyone. The odds of someone wandering through the darkness infested lands and returning ( even someone who knew what they were doing and could take care of themselves ) were slim. There was so much that could go wrong out there. He faced the same worries every time John went off on his own, or Astrid charged headfirst into something reckless. Keeping all his friends alive and together had spread him too thin to afford him much luxury in doing his own thing. Otherwise he'd have tried to find her himself, even if it meant leaving the resistance to their own devices for an indeterminate amount of time. Brenna was a very close friend, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't worried about when she'd come back or whether or not she found what she was looking for out there. Seeing her here, now, and in one piece. Made him happier than he felt like he'd been in days. Things were always hard around camp, dragging on and leaving him exhausted by the end of the day. So having something good happen made him feel like he'd gotten a boost of energy shot straight into his veins. Some of the exhaustion and stress he'd been carrying for the last few days melted from his shoulders, and let the smile on his face feel genuine and bright.

Drawing back from the hug he had to take a moment to actually look at her. In his haste to get over here he'd really only glanced long enough to make sure it was actually her. Now that he had time he could actually take her in to make sure that she was really alright. Satisfied that there was no missing pieces or glaringly obvious injuries, his attention focused back on her face. All of that relief shinning unabashedly forward. He'd always been rather expressive and despite his newfound profession as soldier and warrior, he'd been unable to shake the habit. His face always showed exactly how he felt about something, even when it would be best to keep those sorts of feelings to himself. Like when he felt like a particular plan wouldn't work, or his hope and optimism had taken a direct hit. He tried his best to cultivate the stoic, stone-cold face of someone who was used to bad news and having to deliver it, but it just wasn't him. Though in this situation he'd let himself slide. This wasn't a dire life or death thing, and it was okay if he looked as genuinely happy as he felt.

"Yep, still here. You know me, someone's gotta make sure John and the other's don't go off half-cocked." An easy laugh, nose crinkling slightly as he spoke. He was still unsure as to whether or not he could leave even if he wanted to. Looking around the camp he couldn't help but feel a budding sense of responsibility for the people around them. The fighters and other refugees who still held out some minute hope that they'd come out on top in this war. Even though it'd been years upon years of fighting with no signs of the darkness growing smaller or letting up.

He almost nearly leapt right into answering her questions ( if only so he could bombard her with questions of his own ) but held back. Biting his tongue long enough to nod at her suggestion and move towards an empty seat around the fire. The flames felt warm, and the smell of burning wood had a relaxing quality. One that never failed to remind him of home and give him a sense of a security. Darkness and shadow momentarily held at bay by the flickering orange and gold lighting.

Letting his bag drop to the floor between his feet, he stretched his legs out and settled in. "They're all doing alright. Alive, and as headstrong as always. John wandered off again while you were gone, but that's nothing new. Astrid and Layla have an apartment in the city now so they spend a lot more time over there...it's been kind of a relief." A shrug of his shoulders and another laugh, a little softer this time. "How about you? How was it out there- what happened? Are you okay?" Once the questions started they kind of rushed out of him on a breathe of air. Realizing that he should possibly slow down, his face flushed with color and he gave a nervous smile. "Um- I mean. Sorry- I just, I'm really glad you're okay. I was worried we'd never see you again."

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 Posted: Nov 30 2017, 01:53 AM
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After such a long time spent away from the team of resistance fighters she had grown close with in the years they'd spent fighting side by side, she was understandably concerned over what she might or might not find when she arrived at the sight of their main base camp--or at least the sight as she remembered it. There was always that possibility that they would have moved the camp, that they would have been overrun by the darkness and its minions and had had to flee and set up came elsewhere. There was also the possibility that none of the people she had gotten to know and count as some of her closest friends would not be there anymore, that they would have thrown in the towel on the resistance or gone out in search of their loved ones or their home just as she had, or that they simply weren't there at that specific moment.

She refused to think that anything else might have happened to any of them, that they had been hurt or worse or that the resistance itself might have been broken apart and destroyed as so much of the rest of their world had been. Shaking her head as she stepping into camp, the warmth of the nearest fire already brushing across her skin, she felt a rare smile tugging at her lips. She'd made it. Now all that was left to do was to see if any familiar faces turned up around the tents and fires as everyone spoke in hushed tones and sharpened or cleaned their weapons.

It was as tense and environment as it ever had been, everyone sitting around waiting for the other shoe to drop, for an attack to be launched against them, to hear a scream resounding in the pitch black night that surrounded them and to have to go out to investigate and potentially save whoever was in danger... But there was also the same feeling of camaraderie that she remembered, too: everyone paired up, catching one another up on what they'd seen, what they'd been able to do to help, what they'd witnessed the people who led them doing to keep others safe or to gain new ground against their enemies. She heard someone murmur John's name from one of the small groups nearby and smiled to herself, glad at least that that meant John was still here, still safe. And if John was still here leading the team, then that meant...

"Thomas," she repeated with a bright, wide smile, her question answered, and she returned his hug on instinct as her head rested on his chest for a moment. Standing there, relief flooding through her, she finally felt like she was back, like things were right again, even if her failure to locate her mother or Garrett or King Arthur or any of the other friends and loved ones she'd lost track of when Camelot fell had been a crippling disappointment up to this moment. So many people were forced to flee their home when Camelot was overtaken in search of the portal that was meant to take them to a new world where they would be safe from the darkness that had descended on their homelands. Pulling back from their embrace with the same bright smile as she looked up at her friend, checking him over to be sure that he was all right, that nothing drastic had changed him in the time they'd been apart. She was honest, explaining that she'd been worried that she would get back and no one that she recognized would be here anymore, that she would have missed them somehow and continued floating along without a port where she could lay anchor.

Brenna couldn't help but laugh at his response and how it rang true in her memories. Where she and Thomas were generally speaking the pair to remain calm and to plan ahead, John and Astrid were the wildcards, prone to throw punches first before asking any questions. It was nice to know that they had all been here to take care of each other, to keep one another in check. Her questions came quicker than water from a faucet after that, wondering how he had been, how the others had been, if things around the camp had been all right and if everyone was staying safe. He nodded when she motioned the the nearest log settled off to one side of a low-burning fire, and she smiled a little and stooped down to pick up her back, her muscles screaming in protest as she lifted it and straightened back up. It had been days since she'd last stopped for more than a few minutes to eat or gulp down a few sips of water, and her body ached from the exertion. Walking carefully to the log, she dropped her bag back down in front of her and dropped to sit down, groaning and reaching up to rub at her shoulder and neck, stretching her still-protesting muscles in the hopes it would help alleviate the soreness.

As Thomas dropped his bag and joined her, she turned in her seat to look at him, eyes hopeful as he filled her in on all of their friends, John having headed off on his own as recklessly as ever and Astrid and Layla making a place for themselves across the portal. She was glad to know that they had the chance now to take time for themselves in San Francisco rather than burying themselves in the fight. It was daunting, and some days seemed like it would never end, and it was good to know that on days like those, they had the option to take some time for themselves. "It's actually kind of a relief that John is as stubborn as ever, really...means that too much hasn't changed while I've been gone. I'm surprise that Astrid and Layla went and got a place, though...it's good to know that they can take some time off now if they need it. They work themselves too hard, the lot of them...and you, too." Smiling softly and moving her massaging hand from one shoulder to the other, she rolled her neck and sighed, staring into the fire for a moment before formulating an answer to his questions for her.

"It's okay, Thomas," she started with a short, half-hearted laugh, understanding completely why he would have such pressing questions for her, why he would be in a rush to get answers to those questions, why he would have been worried when she was gone. They had seen their fair share of people leave this camp in the years they'd been fighting with the resistance, and the number of times that someone left and never made it back was alarming. "I'm all right. Just...tired," she murmured softly, pushing a hand through her hair to brush it back from her face and shrugging, her lips pulled into a tight, somber line as she stared into the crackling flames. "I didn't find anything that I was looking for out there. I tried to stay hopeful, to keep looking, to remind myself of the promises I made to find everyone--to find my mother--but there was nothing. I even found Camelot, crumbled and broken, like it had never been there at all..." Trailing off, she looked to the ground beneath her feet for a moment with another sigh, hands dropping from her shoulders to her lap and wringing together tightly. "When I left, I was so determined to find the people I lost...and all that I did was wander, for months, alone. All I ever found were monsters and ghosts."

She looked back to him, trying not to appear as haunted by the things she'd seen and the things she had failed to find as she really was, but how could she lie to Thomas when he had never been anything but honest with her in the past? "I am glad to be back, though." Another small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she reached to touch his shoulder, squeezing gently before dropping her hand back to her lap again. "There were a few times when I didn't know if I would make it back here, and...every time, it made me realize how much i missed you all. How much I missed this." She gestured widely to the camp around them and laughed again. "Feeling like I was a part of something that really meant something, you know? Like I was a part of a real team..."

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Having Brenna back wasn't just a relief, it was like having things back to normal. A piece of the puzzle that had gone missing and was finally found again. He'd grown used to the sounds and activity of the resistance camp, but every time a friend left to do their own thing it felt like the balance had shifted. Things weren't right in the world somehow. Laughter didn't ring the same, the buzz of voices lost a familiar tone. There was a heaviness in the air at the absence of someone who'd become a part of the everyday routine. Everyone weighted down as they wondered if the last time they'd said goodbye had been final, and knowing in their hearts that most of the time it was. People left, but they rarely came back, and all you could do was hope that they'd found what they were looking for. He'd been praying as much in regards to her, though he'd lost faith in any sort of God ages ago. Once upon a time he used to do it every night and every morning, and whenever he felt like he needed some guidance. He'd felt a renewed sense of faith that night when John had fished him from the ocean, but he doesn't remember where that feeling went. Or who exactly he offered his prayers to now with everything the way that it was in their world. Was God up there listening? Hard to believe it after everything he'd seen and done, and the amount of losses they'd all gone through.

It was a rare occurrence indeed to feel like your prayers had been answered, especially when you didn't exactly have a lot of faith left to begin with. Sitting beside Brenna at the campfire felt almost therapeutic, a sense of normalcy he hadn't felt in a while. Stretching his legs out in front of him and arching his back until he felt that satisfying 'pop' of long-cramped muscles and joints. He settled a little more comfortably in his spot, and let his eyes catch on the fading embers of the fire. There was still some life left in it, just enough to give them warmth, but they'd likely have to replenish the wood for it soon. Even if the firelight drew dangers out of the darkness, he couldn't bring himself to force his people to put them out. The dark was scary enough as it was, let them have just a little more light.

"If you say so." He was teasing, or at least partly anyway. "I think I could stand for him to be a little less stubborn." He understood his friend's wanderlust better than most, and he dealt well enough in his absence, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Knowing that John could be reckless ( not stupid, but still reckless ) and alone out there where Thomas couldn't play the voice of reason. Well, it lent itself to a lot of worrying. "Then again, he wouldn't be John if he was, would he? Gotta make sacrifices for the good of everyone I suppose." Truthfully he wouldn't change any of his friends in the slightest, even if they did cause him an unnecessarily large amount of headaches. If John wasn't the way he was Thomas wouldn't be sitting here right now. There wasn't anyone else crazy enough to jump into storm-swept seas to save some clumsy boy they'd never met. "As for Astrid and Layla, it surprised me too...but I think it was a good choice." A soft chuckle, one arm lifting to scratch at the opposite elbow, eyes focusing once more on the fire. "Honestly, I've thought about it. I already have a place thanks to Haven, but I just can't quite all this." His head nodded vaguely at the camp, "Even if it's just for bits and pieces, it almost feels like every time I go over there, I come back to more chaos then when I left."

Not true exactly, but close enough to it. He was almost scared to leave. It was one thing for one of their leaders to go off on his own, but for both? The resistance didn't have that many people capable of or willing to take charge. If John wasn't there, and he wasn't there, and Astrid wasn't either. Who did that leave? Half a dozen resistance members raced through his head and he was certain a good many of them were up to the task, but he wouldn't wish this kind of stress and responsibility on anyone. He'd rather just....carry it himself.

Silencing his own thoughts, he turned his head to watch her as she spoke. Expression falling slowly as he realized that her expedition had been less than successful. She hadn't found anyone. Worse yet she'd found her home in ruins. The story was familiar and he'd heard it far too many times before, but it was always that much more painful when it came from someone you considered a friend. Someone whom you'd been hoping had found at least something to give them hope again. "Oh Brenna, I'm sorry." His brows furrowed, "I was hoping you'd find something, or someone." The pain in his chest felt sharp, almost like a knife. He'd been lucky, he'd managed to find his family, but he could just as easily imagine the alternative.

He managed a smile as she squeezed his shoulder. Wishing there was something he could say or do, but knowing from experience that there was no magic word to fix all this. He couldn't just make the pain go away or have her family and friends suddenly be here. So he offered his best smile instead, "I'm glad you're back too, and so will everyone else when they find out." Shifting he bent over his bag, digging around inside until he pulled out some chocolate bars. "I think this calls for a welcome back chocolate bar, don't you think?" He held one out to her. "I've been kind of addicted to these things lately, I've got them hidden almost everywhere." A small chuckle accompanying his words, head tilting. "Don't worry about not finding anything, you're back here now. We can help you, and as many bad things as we've seen? There's been almost twice as much good. Families finding themselves after years apart. I know you'll see them again. I promise."

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