Abain didn't like this, it was scary. He just wanted his Tata, where exactly was Adam. Hoping the second in command could give answers, Abain hopped up to his feet, rushing over to Lute, throwing his arms around her making her wince and stumble from the fast, sudden mass hitting her. He heard her hiss bit then settle and even put a hand on his brunette-ginger hair. Abain nuzzled her ignoring the metallic smell flooding his nose.
"L-Lute?" he squeaked, tears stinging his big, dark blue eyes, "Lute, a-ate you ok? Where's your arm? Wh-where is Tata?"
The little one felt her body tense under his hug, "Wh-where's Tata?" he asked again but no answer came, at least not right away. Abain was lifted into Lute's only arm left, presumably so he couldn't squirm away.
