Cassiopeia made her way over to Azzuen and the youthful filly at his hooves, legs pumping in the rhythm of a canter as she sought to diminish the distance between them. She allowed a sigh of relief to be released from her lungs, glad to see Cirrus unharmed and in her father's protection. She was relieved, though the emotion perished rather quickly when her cyan gaze fell upon the forlorn, battered body of one of their kin. It didn't take long for it to process within her mind that the pegasus whose aliveness was slowly ceasing to be was the brother of her mate. Instantly, her heart sank. Her gaze shifted at once to the dark figure of Azzuen as her gait slackened rapidly until she was moving at a walk.

He was hurting, that was evident. Not physically, but emotionally he was wounded, grieving the loss of his dear brother. The roan dame was discontented by his sorrow. Her own heart ached for the despair of her lover, and she wished more than anything there was some way she could ease his heartache. She listened with empathy as he spoke to the wounded stallion before him, and silently watched as the life gradually faded from his body.

Her plush muzzle pressed gently against Azzuen's muscular nape once she reached him, intending to comfort him in some way, as well as letting him know she was there. "I am so sorry, my love. He was a good soul, and I know he will be dearly missed." Her maidenly voice was gentle, condolent. The lyrics were hushed as they flowed smoothly off her tongue. Although she hadn't known the stallion personally, she knew how Azzuen regarded his brother.

She watched as Cirrus crept toward Voltaic and lightly kissed his brow, then sought refuge beneath the barrel of her sire. Cassi then allowed her suave voice to vibrate in her throat once again. "But Azzuen, he is not gone – not as long as he is remembered. We'll keep his memory alive in our hearts and minds." Her expression was somber as she witnessed the bereavement of the painted mare. She observed wordlessly as she attempted to mend his injuries, but it soon became apparent that it was too late. He was at peace, now. The electric embellished stallion had given up his life for the Tuuli and she couldn't help but feel it was an honorable way to go out: defending the ones he loved.