They storm into the dungeon only to find Mira on the cold stone floor, crying uncontrollably, her trembling hands clutched tightly over her stomach, her body curled inward as if trying to protect what was already slipping away.
Blood stains the ground beneath her, dark and fresh and spreading in a cruel, damning pattern that makes everything around it blur and tremble.
Eryx falls to his knees beside her, landing with a thud that vibrates through the stone, not caring how undignified or exposed it makes him look.
His hand hovers above her but doesn't touch her, his fingers twitching, unable to decide where to hold, what to fix.
On the other side, Theo drops down just as fast, his face ashen, his body shaking as if something inside him has fractured.
"Mira?!" Theo calls, his voice cracking even as he forces it to be firm, "Mira?"
"Mira?" he repeats again, lower, his hand brushing her sweat-soaked forehead, feeling the heat and the wrongness radiating from her skin.
