/Razhal/
His eyes was looking forward to the golden decorated patio of his mother's room, and while the man seemed confident to face her, his stomach told otherwise. Each step he took became heavier than the last and even when he was already in front of the door, he felt the strong need to turn around and go back.
It's been a week since he last spoke to his mother or even catch a passing glimpse of her. She'd been cooped up and refusing to interact with anybody not even to eat. During the disturbance that took place a few days ago he had asked about her from Asundi only to be told that her doors were locked all through. Razhal wasn't one to be emotional but there was a nagging feeling that he may have broken his mother's spirit past what she's capable of enduring, and now he feared the usually boisterous woman may hurt herself.