Berash's hope rose as Maeve came to heal Cale, but after she worked her magic, nothing happened. Nothing changed.<br/><br/>Staring at the magic worked by the Mayor, Berash felt a similar disappointment at its conclusion to his father's. The man's voice had a hint of promise to it, but with but a gem, he hardly knew how that would lead to getting Cale back. Tears streamed down his face as he looked into the dull eyes of his slain brother. Holding Cale's hand, he grit his teeth in anguish. Cale had never deserved anything like this; he was a dutiful son and a great brother. He would be deeply missed, and Berash felt useless in having 'let' him perish.<br/><br/>Sharing a somber look with his father, Berash nodded after a moment. "I swear to it, father," he said quietly, swallowing and wiping the wetness from his face. Looking after the man for a moment, the ranger shook his head free. There was a rescue to attend to, and they couldn't stand to wait.<br/><br/>Moving to Maeve, Berash looked at resolutely. "I'm coming with you."