[She buries her face against him, letting him hold onto her as tightly as he needs. She thrums low in her throat, a soft keen of sympathetic sorrow slipping past her beak. She feels the trembling in his limbs, nipping gently at his robe with her beak.]

Be at ease, alsh'sh'el... they are gone and you are safe. [She croons softly, lifting her head from his chest and shifting to drape it over his shoulder, freeing her entire feathered chest for him to curl against. She nibbles at his hair briefly, her entire being comforting and protectively postured around him. Feathers are good for crying against... She did not lament the deaths, seeing even a fraction of the damage they did to Vanyel, though the Adept likely feels any number of emotions. She doesn't try to pretend she understands his exact pain, only offering what it is she can now.]

You tapped the nodes... few enough manage it without burning themselves out... [She says it for the simple fact that it is. It spoke miles of Van's abilities as a mage that it hadn't killed him and that his body still sang with the magic.]

I am glad you've come back to us. [To the Drabwurld, to the court, to her. Her voice is soft as she continues.] Allow me to help you carry the weight, alsh'sh'el.