Sage continued to bawl, soaking Tarrok's shirt through almost instantly. Tiny hands made tiny fists, grabbing hold tight. When Sage got emotional, it sort of snowballed fast. Right now, anyone would have been emotional in her shoes.<br/><br/>Tarrok held her to his shoulder, cradling her tiny body. Felt every shake and sob in his bones, the despair echoing across them both. Made sure she was held snug before he stood to move. Already almost lost his son, didn't want to lose his daughter either.<br/><br/>Didn't recognize the child, but the kid definitely recognized him. Supposed he was heading in the right direction. Odds were it wasn't another ambush. Saiyans didn't get nearly that overwrought when they wanted to kill you.<br/><br/>So he followed after, the one thread he hoped would lead him to Aiko. Picked through the rubble carefully, stone cracking and crumbling under foot. Kept all his senses on the alert, including chakric. While the fighting might have been over, he was still walking through a battlefield.