His sorrows are my sorrows
[Basically, yes.]
"It's hard to believe, but if you say so, then that must be it," Ossa could only agree, his gaze absentmindedly looking forward, the destroyed forest coming into view.
"..." He looked on with solemnness in his eyes, smoke rising into the air, dissipating as they gained more altitude, carrying the unknown truth of the battle.
His vision became a bit hazy as mana, which was the source of light for his eyes, was a bit distorted by the lingering energy of the battle in the air.
He could only endure it, as he focused his eyes, scrutinizing the battle field before him.
"Over here," Umbranis, noticing Mystara, waved at her, alerting them of his location.
Normally, Mystara should have no problem locating Umbranis, but the lingering energy of the battle distorted even the senses of her, a dragonic creature at the peak, proof this was a battle between beings she could only dream of overpowering.