She was relieved to see him, grateful for his presence. She thought that perhaps seeing the next generation, his nieces and nephew… she thought it might help. It did anything but. When she drew back from the contact, there was a vacancy in his eyes, a look she recognized well. A frown instantly formed on her features as she took a few steps back, watching as her husband tried to reach his brother to no avail. She hummed softly, looking around quickly. Thankfully there was lavender nearby, and so she bolted to grab it.
A small bushel was in her mouth when she returned, moving over to hold it under the man’s nose so he would be forced to breathe it in, hoping the calming scent would draw him back to reality. Words would not reach him at this point, she knew that… she had seen this before… and it only happened when something touched deep into the soul and dug the worst memories out, causing them to flash before someone’s eyes… her Aunt used to experience it, Lilya… and she had seen Lachesis bring her down from it more than once… it had been associated with her PTSD, but she didn’t think that Chan had it.
That was, unless something awful had happened to cause such a dissociation from reality, of which she hoped was not the case.