Feyn followed Kamahn to their large living room and watched as the boy laid down the two small bodies he'd been holding close to his chest down onto the cushions on the floor. He had always known the two cats to be a rather large presence in his mind, entertwined so tightly you couldn't say they were two. Evien was a pale dark glow right now, and the entertwining grey wasn't detectable at all. He'd tried to probe but all he encountered were the wails that had invaded his mind since he'd first come close.
"Where are you! Brother! Heart!"
Heart-wrenching, he thought with a sigh. The cats had always been independent from the others, and only they would know how to find each other or keep each other out. Luthien would not be found until he wanted to be found. The only thing they could do was wait it out and hope Evien doesn't disappear along with his other half.
He had other things to be worried about, Feyn thought with a sigh as he looked at Kamahn's stiff face. Slowly, slowly, he thought as he tried to shield Kamahn from Evien's mental cries. If he did it too suddenly, Kamahn might stop hearing Evien altogether and think the worst. He felt his heart twist a little at the tears Kamahn was trying to stop from falling. The boy had never had a friend, and Evien was the closest thing to it.
"Hey, don't worry. He'll be fine," Feyn said, wishing he'd not uttered those words the moment their shallow ring touched his ears.
Kamahn didn't respond, his eyes remaining on the faint glow that was Evien.
They heard a soft step and looked at the door. ____ looked at him, then at Kamahn, at Evien and then back to Kamahn.
"Come," he said softly, one slender hand reaching out.
The way Kamahn would never do to him, Feyn watched as the boy ran to ____ and buried his face in his shirt. He recognised and welcomed the familiar jealousy as he watched ____ kneel and hold Kamahn close and murmur into his hair.
"He screams," Kamahn sobbed, his hands fisted in ____'s long hair. "He screams."
"It'll be all right," ____ crooned in his ear. Easily, he lifted Kamahn in his arms. And just as easily he let his warmth envelope Kamahn, wrapping around the shield Feyn had had to use more effort to create subtly.
With what might have passed for a displeased look in his direction, ____ swept out of the living room with Kamahn. Feyn sighed. So he'd not brought the boy home on the day he'd said he would. But who could have known this would have happened.
"My efforts are never appreciated," he muttered. "I send the kid off in hopes he'd come back with his soul a bit refreshed after all the moping he'd been doing while he does nothing, but nobody notices. It's not my fault that I leave him there for an extra day and find him even more tattered than before."
Why do his efforts in trying to help Kamahn become a more 'normal' child tend to result in bad effects on the boy? he wondered with a wince. He looked at Evien and sighed.
This couldn't be considered his fault. Evien's loss would have affected Kamahn whether he had been at the scene or not. But he had to admit, he was surprised at how affected Kamahn was.
"You'd better come back, Luthien," he sent his thoughts out. "For Kamahn's sake, I'll personally hunt you down. And Khamiel will be more than happy to come along once he wakes up."
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