85 Aftermath (2/2)

Her silver hair stood on end as her anxiety increased with every beat of her agitated heart. All of the pain she had suffered numb to her at this point as she waited, not forgetting to reassure Andria who had also grown incredibly worried. She was too young to properly hold back her emotions, especially one of grief and anxiety.

”Wh-Where's Daddy... I want Daddy!!” Rejuvenated by the potions she had been fed, the moisture in her eyes had returned and tears began to flow freely down her red cheeks once more and her little fists grabbed fiercely onto the nearest soldier's trousers as she demanded of him to answer her.

The Wilderwolf Soldier who had been grabbed could only let out a sad smile and plead with his eyes for someone else to help him. He had never been trained in how to deal with such a delicate situation, he dared not to act rashly less he aggravate the already tense situation.

”Andria, you need to calm down. You need to believe in your father!” Lexa leapt nimbly onto one of Andria's outstretched hands and spoke to her frantic partner directly into her violet eyes.

”Sniff... B-but da...” Andria mumbled between a stream of tears, though she eventually released her grip on the poor Wilderwolf soldier, who promptly took a good two steps backwards and brushed himself off with a wry smile.

Suddenly there was a commotion, as several noises of exclamations escaped the lips of several of the Wilderwolf Soldier's, especially those at the outer layer of their gathering.

With a weary glance, Lexa peaked behind her stiff shoulder's and her eyes darted towards the source of the commotion instantly.

Lexa breathed out in a long relieved sigh, one she hadn't even realised she had been holding in this whole time.

Alexander stumbled forward, his legs struggling to keep hold his weight. Beyond looking a little haggard, he seemed mostly unharmed; only, his struggle to walk a straight line coherently and the slight look of pain lighting his features every other second portrayed otherwise.

”Daddy!” Andria was the first to find her voice as she called out worriedly.

”I'm okay. I'm just tired Little An” Alexander broke out in a dazzling smile before stumbling once more, but was thankfully caught by one of his soldier's, who followed this action by snaking his arm under Alexander's armpit and reached around his waist to help hold him up.

After a quick thanks, Alexander now stumbled over to Andria and placed his comforting hand on her head, ruffling the now short blond hair as he put on his most warm smile as he reassured her. ”Its over. We're all safe now.”

”Really?!” Andria cried out in delight, leaning into her father's hand. ”All the baddies are gone?”

Lexa noticed a flash of a complex emotion passing through Alexander's eyes beyond his glasses before he answered. ”They're gone.”

'They're gone... But are whoever was behind this dead...' Lexa had a feeling things weren't all as well as Alexander made things out to be. But Lexa didn't fault him for this, as it was clear to everyone that what Andria needed right now was reassurance. She was only a small girl after all, she had already dealt with more pain than one should expect of such a young child to be able to suffer and still hold a semblance of sanity. At this thought, Lexa couldn't hold back a feeling of reassurance that she had made the right choice in entering a contract with her. Her potential for greatness was definitely beyond her peers.

But potential was only potential, and there was no way a four year old couldn't go through what she did without breaking down...

”Waaah!!” Despite all of Alexander's reassurances, Andria suddenly fell to her knees and bursted into a loud crying fit.