Laurel saw Jesslyn sobbing by the base of thr tree. She knew that she was in as much pain as herself, both mentally and physically. She wouldve crouched by her, but she felt her leg would tear at such an attempt, so she leant heavily against the tree. Jesslyn spoke first, and Laurel couldnt look at her "Where's Cartil? He's dead, isn't he? You would've told me if he were just injured, and he would have been there for me if he had been alright. You don't have to hide anything! Just tell me he's dead!"
Laurel finally lifted her head and looked into her eyes. She saw all her pain, and she knew exactly how it felt. She never thought she could cause that kind of pain to someone. She saw herself searching for her grandfather, her mother, her father, and her uncle. She remembered asking her grandmother where they all were, why they wouldnt come out of the Sick House, or why they hadnt returned from a mission. She hated not knowing, she hated being lost. Laurel couldve screamed.
'Your brother is not dead' Laurel whispered. Jesslyn looked with complete shock 'He is a captive, of the King of the Wild Men. We will be getting him back soon. We will bring him back to you alive. I will see to it personally' Laurel said it almost gruffly, and grunted only a little as she bent down and offered her hand to Jesslyn.
'You can be angry at me, I will not stop you. But you shouldnt be told such a thing when you were in that state. Now, let me take you back, so we can both be tended to' Laurel looked at her sodden bandage and shook her head. 'I need some rest if I am going to get your brother back'
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