Niruin raised a brow. “Brynjolf, why are we going to get Katrin? Isn’t she on her way home?”
Brynjolf shook his head, his eyes sinking to the floor. “No. She’s not. She’s—she was—the Thalmor attacked her. Nearly killed her. Killed her housecarl Lydia. I don’t know if she’s going to survive, not after what those bastards…” he trailed off, turning back towards the fireplace, his hands gripping the mantle until his knuckles whitened. “She was pregnant. We’ll be bringing my son home for burial as well,” he whispered, still staring at the stones that made up the mantle. “It's what she would have wanted. None of this is for the rest of the guild to know,” he warned, turning blazing green eyes on his fellow thieves.
“What can we do?” asked Sapphire, leaning against Rune.
Brynjolf shook his head, swallowing down the burning in his throat. He wanted to scream and sob and rail against the fates but he had to stay strong. Had to get to his wife. Then he would allow himself to fall apart, he promised himself. But only once they were safe back in Riften. “Sapphire, she’s going to need you. I don’t—she—my touching her might cause more harm than good. The rest of you—I don’t want anyone getting within ten paces of her. Now, find a place to bed down. We leave in the morning.”
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Re: Any - Avenging the Dragonborn/etc. "Mostly Dead" (3b/?) F!DB/Others
Date: 2014-04-02 01:49 am (UTC)Brynjolf shook his head, his eyes sinking to the floor. “No. She’s not. She’s—she was—the Thalmor attacked her. Nearly killed her. Killed her housecarl Lydia. I don’t know if she’s going to survive, not after what those bastards…” he trailed off, turning back towards the fireplace, his hands gripping the mantle until his knuckles whitened. “She was pregnant. We’ll be bringing my son home for burial as well,” he whispered, still staring at the stones that made up the mantle. “It's what she would have wanted. None of this is for the rest of the guild to know,” he warned, turning blazing green eyes on his fellow thieves.
“What can we do?” asked Sapphire, leaning against Rune.
Brynjolf shook his head, swallowing down the burning in his throat. He wanted to scream and sob and rail against the fates but he had to stay strong. Had to get to his wife. Then he would allow himself to fall apart, he promised himself. But only once they were safe back in Riften. “Sapphire, she’s going to need you. I don’t—she—my touching her might cause more harm than good. The rest of you—I don’t want anyone getting within ten paces of her. Now, find a place to bed down. We leave in the morning.”