Suddenly, Edge heard the sound of something crashing down. He imagined a million possibilities to what might have happened. He was, admittedly, extremely worried about his mate. Why would he leave without telling him? Did he even care about their kids? Was Path angry with him? Perhaps something had happened.

At any rate, Edge tightened his hold on both children and dashed toward the sound. It was near the chute, which worried him. Skylark giggled at his brother, and at the feeling of being held tightly. "Whatever you say, Sleipnir ..." He spotted, not wanting to anger his brother. 

When the human found his mate in such a state, he immediately fell to his knees in front of him, taking care not to drop the children. "Path-Path...." murmured tearily. "What... Why...?" Edge gritted his teeth as tears started to fall. He took off his shirt and wrapped the tattered cloth around Sleipnir eyes, acting as a blindfold. He then removed his undershirt and did the same to Skylark. They shouldn't see their Father like this. Slowly, Edge began to look up and drink air, creating a miniature tornado leading to his mouth. After swishing the tainted air in his mouth, he stared at his beaten up lover. 

Edge captured he dragon's mouth in a lip lock, breathing a toxin into the dragon that would quicken his already superior body systems. "I'm so sorry..."