He still hesitated another moment, but at last he eased back and crouched next to Beryl, his eyes still locked on Dan. Despite his current form and temperament, he was surprisingly gentle as he scooped her limp form into his arms. Asher remained unwaveringly cool as he watched Nathaniel...somewhat back down. "Thank you, Nathaniel. Take her home and I will contact you tomorrow."

Dan was given one final glare and a silent hiss as Nathaniel ducked out of the van, clutching Beryl close to his chest. The moment he was out of the van, he felt the shaking grow stronger. Beryl was unconscious, her own blood still on her lips. And around them...oh god...those bodies; what had he done? He choked out a sob, and with that breath he sensed that ripening grain in the air. He paused, breathing it in deeply while pressing his cheek to Beryl's. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed under his breath.