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"cade, slow down," the woman pants, legs trying to keep up with his significantly longer strides ( once again waving away elias' attempt to speak with her ). part of her had wanted to laugh when the three of them had pieced together what had happened to aiyla. ironic, that the woman elias had seemed to follow around like he'd once done to her had deceived them and done god knows what to the other member of their little family. and while cade had seemed to sink into some sort of rage, she'd pointed fingers of blame right at elias ⸻ accusing that if he hadn't felt the need to flirt so much, he might have seen through the rouse sooner.
it had all left a bitter taste in her mouth, and was perhaps the reason she'd jumped to follow after cade when he'd made it clear he was going after aiyla. for a while, they'd traveled by car before continuing on foot, and it was then rhea had begun to struggle. "what even is the plan?" she questions with a frown, picking up her pace in hopes of walking side-by-side with cade. "i mean, we have a plan, don't we? what if there's a lot of them?" they had weapons, but were they really going to do something so drastic? "i know she's your wife and you'll do anything to get her back or whatever, but you know she'll be livid if you end up getting yourself hurt in the process, right?"
the concern of medication for eris running out had been a growing concern with each passing day, and while he'd not liked the idea of leaving her alone with the children and silas, it had ended up being necessary. the clinic they needed to go through was undoubtedly in a hot-spot for the beasts that now roamed the earth and he'd reluctantly departed from those he'd begun to consider family to venture off with eris. he'd never admit it, but it had been beneficial on more than one front. they'd been successful in finding a fair amount of the medication eden would need ⸻ enough to leave them comfortable for some time. that, and he'd come to appreciate eris ⸻ the initial suspicion he'd felt toward the woman wearing away in the hours and days they'd been alone.
neither of them were particularly chatty individuals ; the occasional word being exchanged in favor of verifying direction. it'd been a quiet handful of hours ⸻ only to be abruptly broken up by the sound of drifting voices and crunching of feet. whoever is ahead of them was not making much effort in being quiet. shifting his gaze toward eris, a brow arches, silently asking what she'd like to do about this.