There was no time for me to freak out over the sorcerer's loss, not while my grandmother melted down in front of me. One of the strongest people in my life, Ethpeal Hayle had been through hell and brimstone and fire so many times she rivaled me in that regard. Through all of her trials and losses I'd never seen her lose her crap.
Until now.
"Gram." I reached for her with my body as well as my power, wrapping her up, trapping the desperate feel of her, the broken and horribly hurt pressure of her grief in as much padding as I could, squeezing her tight as Sassafras wiped continually at his face while he stood over us.