[b "You heard the queen. Let's move, people!"] he called, falling into step with her as they lead the charge.
[i "Quite the royal air about you, Mom,"] Michael smiled at her. [i "You're doing great."]
She nodded and said. "Let's move out." She got ready to go and looked up at Alex.
Storm approached Alex and Ari, a grim expression on her face. [i "We're getting word that their militias are on the move. If they get any closer to the cities, then we risk added civilian casualties."]
Alex looked to Ari. [b "We should push forward as quickly as possible. If we only make necessary stops, we can cut them off before they get too far."]
Ari waited for the others and looked at the graves.
[b "Okay,"] he answered softly.
He wasn't going to push her to do anything she didn't want to. This was her family, and she had every right to decide how they were remembered. He put his energy in gathering the troops instead. [b "Do as you're told, and this should go relatively smoothly,"] he assured them as they kept moving.
"this house is memorial enough... But thank you..." She said quietly and looked up at him. "I'll be okay, Alex. Trust me."
Alex wanted to take her pain away more than anything. He could see how it was affecting her, being back there. But, all he could do was gather the troops to keep moving. [b "We can come back after. Maybe plant a memorial?"] he offered quietly when he returned to his spot beside her.
"burned with the rest of the house..." She said and walked back with him keeping an eye on Scott. She let Jean see what was in her memories and saw a slight flinch from her. "We should get going if everyone is ready to go." Ari said quietly and looked at the graves one last time.
Alex stuck close by to give her comfort, but not to come across as hovering. When she dropped into the cellar, he stood guard, just in case she needed help. However, she just came back with jars of food. [b "I don't suppose there's a bunch of well-aged liquor down there as well,"] he tried to lighten the mood while helping her carry the items.
"you can stay..." She said and sighed slightly. She soon moved away from him to go find something nearby. She soon found a secret room that her father had made and disguised near the house. She grunted lifting the stiff trap door in the ground and managed to get it open and coughed slightly smelling the years of dust wafting out. She hopped down inside the room carefully and grabbed a few bags of dried meats and a few jars of spiced peaches that were still good. She climbed out carefully and dusted herself off a bit before closing the room back up.
He reached his arm out to wrap around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. [b "I'm sorry. Do you want a few minutes alone? Or should I stay? We can take as long as you need."]
"only if you can bring the dead back to life...." She whispered and leaned against him. "This is where my family died..."
Michael nudged his dad, gesturing over to Ari. [i "Go check on her,"] he murmured softly.
Feeling an intense shift in the mood, Alex walked until he was standing beside her. [b "Can I do anything for you?"] he asks, keeping his tone low enough to just between them. [b "Something to make it better?"]
ari rolled her eyes and said. "no bickering, boys." she looked around for a moment and then led the group to a small dilapitated and charred house. it looked as if no one had been inside since it had been burned down. there were four crosses made of sticks in front of the house. ari stopped muttering something in latin and looked down sadly. those who were observant could tell that this place had something to do with her past and was very sacred to her.
He bolted for the water, getting there right before he emptied his stomach into the creek. [b "Worst mode of transportation ever,"] he groaned, spitting the taste from his mouth.
[i "Do you want a nap, old man?"] Michael wandered over to check on him.
Alex aimed a finger at him. [b "I will ground you."]
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