Taryn took a cup of soup to Raschen. He was sitting alone with his tail wrapped around his body. The rage that had sustained him seemed to ebb with the weariness of the road.<br/><br/>"Raschen?" Taryn asked in greeting, handing him the cup." How are you holding up?"  She took in the brittle quality of his fur and the sagging of his broad shoulders. She didn't think he was afraid, even after the message of doom and gloom the Raptres had delivered. Something was very wrong.<br/><br/>"I, um, have a brush. Could I comb out your braids and re set the beads for you?" she asked, humbly. She didn't think she had anything to apologize for but she hated the wall that had sprung up between them today.