Einin's mouth dropped open. "Oh no. Oh noooo," she said, under her breath, as she caught sight of Jarrett, and Ryk's words only cemented her horror.
His "death" had been an easy out, but now that he was alive, when he was supposed to be "dead"? And why? Why would he do that?! Granted, he didn't know that was the plan, did he? But that didn't matter because it sure put a kink in hers!
Fortunately, her slack-jawed horror was interpreted as trauma, and her mother cried and squeezed her tight, not minding how she must have smelled as she tugged her free of Ryk's arms. Woodenly, Owl hugged her back, though soon she was hugging her in earnest, clinging to her in relief, as everything came crashing down on her. Until this point, everything that had happened had felt surreal, but...a man had died, and she could have, too, and she was honestly glad to see her again, to be out of those sewers.
"I'm okay," she finally said, and had to pull back to breathe, her mother was squeezing her so tightly. "Really, I'm fine! Master Ryk, he, uh...he saved us."
Then her father was there, hugging her, too, before turning to Ryk. Einin's mother left her then, but only so she could usher Jarrett over, to see that his fiancee was well.
"I don't know how we can repay you for what you've done," her father told Ryk, relief in every line of his face. "I've never seen anything quite like what you did back there, and...just, if there's anything, name it. Please. At the very least, you deserve a stiff drink on me."