He stood for a moment, expression conflicted, then ran after her at a dead sprint, dropping the knife, Cufre watching dumbfounded as the scene unfolded. He caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, hanging on like a stubborn child.
Tacien looked away and began drawing in minutes, he had completed a drawing that was a perfect depiction of a broken sword. He glanced at Silver for a moment before beggining to work on another.
Tacien carefully removed himself from his brother's arms and grabbed himself several pieces of paper and a pencil, somehow without losing eye contact with Silver.
Tacien stirred, and Cufre attention snapped to him. "Oh, thank goodness." The small boy as up, rubbing his head. He locked eyes with Silver, examining him intently.
Eventually, he pulled her all of the way up and onto the duel runner. As he was pulling her up, the illusion hiding him shimmered and faded, allowing Wynn to see a very concerned Lerac looking down at her. "Wynn? Can you hear me?"