Who Goes There 

~ TARKYN ~

Later, he stood in the tent, though watched by half a dozen sets of eyes.

Sasha had been back and forth, at times needing to tend to her son, or answer questions for other Chimera. Lhars had disappeared for some time and returned very preoccupied to pull Sasha aside for a while. Tarkyn had tried to hear their whispered conversation outside the tent, but between Skhal and Kyelle, he wasn't allowed the quiet that would make their voices discernable.

Not surprising, he supposed.

But Tarkyn's own tension rose with every passing minute. He could feel Harth out there, still aching with his pain. She was moving now, though not nearby. She'd obviously been ordered away—or kept away. It set Tarkyn's teeth on edge, wondering. But he knew if he pushed, he would likely just be kept apart from her even longer.