(Author's POV)
"Why did you suddenly rush out? Did you, by chance, encounter any familiar face?" Brave questioned, half his mind was on the potent smell reeking off of him.
"Myra, Myra Miracle," Nora said, her voice shuddering.
Brave's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth hung open, "WHAT?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure?" He heard this name after a very long time. His eyes flickering unconsciously.
"I am~ …. I can't mistake her scent from anyone else's. She is here. SHE IS HERE," Nora repeated, her voice cracking at the end, desperation dripping from it.
Alaric donned a tight expression. Of course, he, too, had recognized Myra's fresh scent and her presence, though it was only a subtle whiff. The overwhelming chemical mingled with a variety of human bodily odors had dimmed it to a great degree.
