Jun 22, 2020
It wasn’t that she wasn’t glad to see Aliya safe. She was, really and truly, as she was with every Martell ally that managed to find their way out of the ruckus. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her, and rubbed at her freshly-bandaged arm, eyes scanning the other for signs of injury. This should have been her father’s job, but god knows where he was. And so, Arianne was here to deal with it alone, lips pursing as the gnawing anxiety in her chest grew. “Have you seen my brother?” she asked. There was no time for greeting, no time to indulge in small talk. “Trystane. He had not made it out yet, Aliya. Please tell me that you have seen him.”