Ravyn moved through the room with a kind of restless urgency that made the air feel tight, grabbing the few things Bryan might need and stuffing them into a bag without caring whether anything was neatly arranged or not, because right now none of that mattered when the only thing that kept echoing in his mind was how weak the boy had become.
When he lifted Bryan into his arms, the difference in weight hit him harder than anything else had, the child feeling far too light, fragile in a way that made something cold settle deep in Ravyn's chest, especially after everything he had tried had failed to get even a few bites of food into him.
Bryan had refused everything, and watching him grow weaker with each passing hour had pushed Ravyn into a quiet kind of panic he refused to show openly, though it kept pressing at him from the inside, growing heavier until it was almost suffocating, only easing slightly when Daisy finally showed up, even if her presence brought its own complications.
