"We all are hurt. No, no one escaped without at least a few wounds." Wolfram muttered. He looked over at Ash, unable to say anything, just sighed, and leaned against the wall. "I've lost more to a single coward then you would believe. She...she gets whatever she wants. She knows exactly the right way to get around people, even my mother." He spoke quietly, unable to make his voice any louder then just a little more then a murmur. He sighed, his eyes darkening more then they where when he caught sight of Bleddyn, just standing there, having been utterly silent this entire time. "Bleddyn?" He broke the aching silence suddenly, but quietly. "Are you alright?""You're hurt," Connor remarked sharply, eyes narrowing further.
The recollection of the various bruises and cuts he'd found buried beneath Bleddyn's hair resurfaced to the front of his mind. He slowly pivoted, his searching eyes scanning every individual in the room.
Only now did he notice the awkward positions that so loudly betrayed various hurts.
"None of you got out of there unscathed, did you?"
Ash put a hand to her face to stifle a gasp as she realized the fatal aspect of it all for the first time. "...you lost your mother to this woman? Oh, I'm so sorry..."
Ash trailed off helplessly, far too stunned to go on with futile consolation.
People are dying in this mess that my daughter's tangled up in...
and still no one told me?