As Rook hurried over, Linden busied himself with calming Mavis into a slightly more relaxed and rational state. He placed himself in a position which blocked Mavis's view of Tianea and eventually succeeded in consoling the boy. "Mavis, what's the matter? Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?" The latter was a silly question he realized as soon as it was out of his mouth, but Mavis didn't seem to notice.
"Please don't let them hurt me again, Linden." He pleaded with wide blue eyes, then hung his head in shame. "I tried to fight them off, honest! But t-they... they were too strong for me."
"Easy... slow down," Linden tried to speak as gently as his deep voice would allow. Although he didn't show it externally, his mind was slowly building a picture of the evenings events. He wished that he hadn't been occupied with Rorik in the wagon, otherwise he might have been able to see something.
"What is he talking about?" The gentle tone of his voice turned sour and cold as he turned around to look at Tianea.