The feeling that pressed Linnea to sleep was one she had tried to fight, knowing that there was something out there that presented a danger to them, but it was no use. She had fallen asleep. As she woke up she berated herself for having done it, head swiveling as she tried to make sure that everyone was still there. She saw Valterri first and let out a breath of relief. the other two. They mattered as well, even if she did not know the boy's name. Isolde, good. But where... He was gone. The little Asian boy whose name she did not know was gone. She barely felt the tug on her hand as she rose - the feeling of dread and the need to hide was gone - and looked all around. Instinctively she tried to call out for him only to be reminded that in this place she had no voice. A frown twisted her features as she turned back to the other two, shrugging her shoulders. There was no sign of the boy. She could see no sign of a struggle either; and she was familiar with those
Curling her fingers into fists to keep them from visibly shaking, Linnea moved back towards the road... and stopped. There, on the ground, were what could only be called dark gray spatters. Automatically she reached out to them like she would water, actually praying that was what they were, but she was sorely disappointed when it did not react. Or not really disappointed so much as a slight horrified. The boy was missing, something had been coming and these could very well be blood. They pooled the right way. She had seen things like it before, usually from herself, though thankfully not quite in this volume. Don't show them what you think. A deep breath and Linnea turned, raising her hand to point where they had been headed. Then she started walking. If the boy was still alive - he should be, how could I have fallen asleep and lost one? - he would be that way. They had all known where they were going and the only thing that made sense was to continue on that way.