✦ There was something about the Sanctuary that made most of its members kind in their patience boundless and effortless. Even war-hardened Chicagocrimes was capable of moments of weakness, warmth and niceties given to creatures in need, motherly instinct taking over for any child lost or afraid. The Ruiner on their border may have been hollering about a child, but she herself was not one. He padded forth to instead stare down the angry red eyes of a mother done wrong, fury spitting past curled lips and pearled fangs. She could tear out a throat with a glinting grimace like that; she shouted accusations with it instead. He glanced sideways at the impassive Sanctuarians beside him, noted Arya's annoyance toward them. Well, there was something about the Sanctuary that made Zephyr stand out: he was not inflicted with that belated kindness.
"Seems your nose is mistaken," he said pointedly, staring with heavy lidded eyes, jaw clicking closed when his short words were finished. He was detached. He had no sympathy for a mother just wanting to be reunited with her son. It said something about him; not something particularly good. No willingness to investigate, or negotiate. Zephyr merely fixed Arya an unimpressed look.