Fleur caught up to Allyson in the hall, wearing a thing silk wrap over her negligee. Frowning as she grew closer, she could sense her mate's agitation. Reaching her hands up, she began to rub the elder Turpin's shoulders.
"Vut ees vrong, my love?" Fleur asked.
Through the bond Allyson was easily detectable and to a lesser extent Fleur. But where Gabrielle used to be in the bond the four women shared was only a void. The bond Gabrielle had shared with them had withered and died like a branch severed from a tree. There truly was no bond left anymore, which should have alarmed anyone mated with a Veela. Gabrielle was in the guest room closest to the childrens' rooms, feeling close to children that weren't her's, desiring something she would never have out of instinct. Curled into a ball on the floor under the bed, she had taken only a pillow with her to which she clung to rather then rested her head upon.