"Chief Roshan!"
Elder Mira appeared beside him, ancient face lined with concern. She steadied him with one hand, surprisingly strong for someone over five centuries old.
"Easy. Don't fight it. The bond pain will ease if you stop resisting."
"Bond pain?" He managed through gritted teeth.
"The incomplete bond. She's far away, terrified, and the connection is straining under the stress." Mira's amber eyes were serious. "It will get worse before it gets better. For both of you."
She glanced at Nyx, who was also being helped by another elder.
"Come. Both of you. My dwelling. Now. Before you collapse."
"We need to go after her—"
"You need to THINK before charging north like idiots." Mira's voice carried the snap of command. "Five minutes of planning will save you hours of searching blindly. Now MOVE."
Roshan wanted to argue.
The bond wanted him to run north immediately.
But Mira was right.
Five minutes.
He could spare five minutes.
He had to.
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