"Greta," Selah panted, finally finding someone who might be able to give her some answers.
"Selah," Greta greeted her, plastering on that assuring expression that she was so good at. Her healing, comforting aura was probably glitching out at this point with all the stress of the current situation, but she tried her best. She dared not touch Selah just in case—who knows what kind of stress and anxiety she might pass on accident instead of the positive emotions she usually gave. "You brought Livvy back. I can't imagine…"
"Where is everyone?" Selah cut her off, the panic of still not finding any indication of her brother beginning to take its toll.
"What do you mean?" Greta asked, her face stretched almost painfully with the effort of hiding her own panic.
"Graeme, August… my brother," Selah rushed on. "I can't find any of them. What's going on?"
Greta's smile froze as she considered how to respond.
