Sarya took in short, ragged breaths as she sat there, leaning over the letter that was laying on the ground. It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach and her head spun with this sudden revelation. She had imagined this moment for years, dreamed of it nearly every night, and now that she was literally staring at proof that her perserverance had been worth it...she didn't know what to do. She was almost thankful for the rain as a mixture of raindrops and tears splashed onto the letter. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, to know how much pain she felt, especially this human. Her voice shook with emotion, a hint of anger coating her words as she barely spoke over the rain. "Is this some kind of joke?"<br/><br/>Her ears almost twitch as the man speaks but she refuses to look toward him and instead leaves her gaze on the now illegible letter. "My litte Tiha." Those words rang in her ears for what seemed like ages, each echo enraging her more and more. She was not his...not anymore. She would make sure of it.<br/><br/>Sarya firmly grabbed her knife and rose to her feet, the pain in her eyes gone and now replaced with a terrifying look of rage. Her free hand grabs at the man's shirt, pulling him off the ground with a surprising show of force. Her knife stops only a hair's width away from his throat as she leans over him, her hand calm and steady despite her anger. "What have you done with my daughter? Where is she?!"