Tynan and Adam walked side by side, holding eachother by the hand. To the casual observer, it wasn't hard to assume they were father and son as they walked through the carnage. They stood still before the caves and Tynan tightened his grip on Adam's small hand, though it was hard to tell if the gesture was to reassure the boy or himself. When he let go, however, his hands were still, his brown eyes focused and intent. "Fine," he said to Feather.

He closed his eyes then and lifted his face to the sky. The budding trees around the village suddenly erupted in bird song, the shrill sounds of boundless joy lifting high into the clear sky. Robins burst from the trees then, carrying small twigs of oak, heather and thyme. Tynan held up his hands as the birds dropped the symbolic herbs onto his open palms and flew away. He opened his eyes and walked next to her. "Ready?" he asked her solemnly.

To her surprise, Adam stood next to her, his face full of regret. He looked up into her eyes and something in the child's emerald green eyes spoke to her deep in her soul. Wading in the blood of thousands of humans wouldn't bring her parents back, and it wasn't what they would have wanted. To hide from sorrow behind the red mists of revenge would only bring pain. The boy reached up and took her free hand, his touch strangely comforting.