“NO!” Abia yelled out, wanting to run after the woman as soon as she morphed, but stopped when the bats disappeared into the night. Her hand held onto a broken bit of wall as the wind started to pick up, blowing her hair and clothes about.<br/><br/>So much anger was still boiling inside of her. “But....why!?” She bit back tears, but a few still managed to escape as she turned took look back at her tavern. It was in shambles. Her tavern...her home...and for what? “Why! Why did she come here? Who is she!? What was the point?! To grab this kid and then just leave him here anyway!?!?” She paced the floors as she gestured to Zataire, yelling these questions at nobody in particular, simply needing to get this all off of her chest.<br/><br/>Finally, with one more scream of anguish, she dropped to the floor near her bar, leaning her back against the counter and hugging her knees to her chest. She buried her face in her arms, hiding the tears that now fell freely. Silently sobbing to herself, she didn’t notice what was happening just across the way from her.