Draiss pulled Cerul free of Saffron, turning and holding her against his chest, sorrow on his face for both women, Saffron for being mistreated so badly she had forgotten even her daughters, Cerul for being forced to acknowledge that her mother was possibly broken beyond help. He could possibly help, but the odds of him making it worse might be even. He sighed, before pulling Cerul away, and gesturing for Vorela to keep an eye on Saffron. Once they were a distance away, he offered her a wine glass, and spoke softly. "It was worse than I thought. That night must have been but the first in a long line of... rapes and beatings, possibly worse. I... am not sure what to do. I might be able to help, but she will be forced to relive every experience, possibly even getting lost in them."<br/><br/>He sighed, and rubbed her shoulder, before thinking of something. "Do you have anything of hers, a pendant, locket, hair clip, something like that? It might help, but it might not."