Sanria released the roots and rushed to Colin's side. She shook him, begging him to wake up. "Papa! What did you do to papa?!" Orn burst outside, pointing his stick at Velentham.
"Cute kid," Velentham said.
Sanria finally took notice and grabbed Orn to her before anything could happen to him. She didn't see Orn call for the little squirrel that suddenly burst from the tree to attack Velentham, but she watched as the Celestial stomped the little rodent into nothing. "That was good, kid."
"You go! You go away!" Orn yelled.
Velentham turned toward the cavern and Sanria knew he was headed for Leandra. "NO!" she shouted and turned to Colin, shaking him furiously. "Colin, please hurry. He's going to get Leandra."
"What? Where?" he said, waking as though from a deep sleep.
"He's in the house."
"What's going on?" Colin asked, looking up at Sanria. "Who?"
The look on Colin's face confirmed Sanria's worst nightmares and she stared at Colin. Velentham came from the house, holding Leandra. "He's awake. Hello."
"No..." Sanria began. "No no... you fix this. You fix this now."
"Welcome to our home," Velentham said, holding his hand out to Colin. The act made Sanria sick to her stomach. How could he possibly expect this to work?
"Colin... please tell me you remember... oh Gods..."
Sanria watched as Colin struggled. He could see something wasn't right and even through his imposed fog, he wanted to protect them. "Are you ok? Do you need help?" he asked her, and Sanria let out a sob. At Velentham's sudden grip on her arm, Sanria's mind began the familiar submersion. It was growing harder for her to say anything, harder for her to focus on Colin's questions. She was losing the ability to defend herself against anything, and she gave an inward scream before her mind settled down into a peaceful quiet.
