Wings of Fury 2

Caulind sort of, squinted out at the fall of Naissyri, with the others watching the end of such a powerful creature. There was a flash of twisted anguish at the stab into their eye, his own hand covering his own. The erratic song continued still anyway despite it all, trained enough to keep it going despite pain and distraction as he proceeded to continue to enter the keep, needing to get closer before the frayed connection snapped.

Once down there, he let himself crumple into a little ball about 12 feet from Henri, close enough to more easily keep drawing the pain off from Henri.

The hum of Terzi took an edge of it off, letting the death-spider-like curl up ease up into a more proper-looking meditative state.