Ezra had been left on edge ever since Saga's search party had returned. The woman barely had made it, her pups had been taken. Not to mention, Amunet was also heavy with child by this point, ready to deliver at any given moment, he felt. Although honestly, Ezra didn't know much about pregnancy and births, given his own youth. Having a family, even having a mate, hadn't at all been the path Ezra expected he might walk.

Yet the path of a Sentry was. Jaxxon had commanded more patrolling be in order, heavier forces and less time for relaxing and fucking off inbetween. When Ezra was not with Amunet, he was scouring the outskirts of the misted mountain range. Today, he happened upon the slow, staggering form of Saga.

She was… quite the sight. A ‘mummy’ indeed, patched with web and wrapped in long reeds. Swathed in poultice and mudding. Ezra frowned at the very sight of her, for it reminded him of his own isolation which had been given to him when he had broken his leg as a child. But this was worse, far worse. He couldn't blame her for wanting to get out a bit, get the restlessness and tension out of her limbs. Restrengthen muscles that perhaps, were torn and may not ever fully recover, like his own. She shouldn't be out, but it was rather impressive she was.

Saga… The Harbinger grumbled as he trailed after her. At least let me escort you. He wouldn't fight her about being out, but at least he could be there to catch her if she like, fell over or something.