Need for the Beast

RETH

"Aymora!" Reth snapped.

Aymora went still, but she still didn't face him. "Now, we wait," she said quietly, mixing something else and not turning to meet his eyes.

"Wait?! For what? She's falling apart!"

Then Aymora whirled. "You think I do not see her pain? You think I do not feel it?! You are not the only one who cares for her, Reth!"

Reth blinked. "Then tell me what we can do!"

Aymora's jaw went tight. "Unless she can shift… there is nothing. Short of killing her, there is nothing left, Reth. Your daughter's head is engaged in her pelvis, and there isn't enough room. She needs to be in the beast. I have given her something to help with the pain so she can think more clearly and perhaps we can help her find it again. But… but this is not good, Reth. And I don't need you barking at me to add to it!"