"I can't find them." The automaton spoke, her vacant eyes still searching what was left of the ruined mannor. The party looked to her, confused. This is the first time they had come across the property as a group. To them, it was just a pile of rubble; another victim of the desolation that swept the land. To her, it was all too familiar.

"Find what, Isa?" Olive asked, pulling out her notebook. “The charge." Porcelain hands traced over the cracked mantle she had once polished and tidied a thousand times over, searching for the portraits the master once displayed there with pride. Her fingers circled the vacant space where the dust remembered such frames. "My baby." The group falls quiet as realization sets in. The robot had always favored children in their journey. She was a natural, as if she was made for them. Now they knew that had to be the case. There was a very low chance the child she was looking for was still breathing with this virus going around.

"Where..." Isa spoke, and though the her hardware only allowed for a singular, monotone voice, the party could swear they heard it faulter as her circuits caught up with what they had come to understand moments prior. “..where is my child...?!" Without a word spoken, they all knew the answer. They watch as her hydrolics fail and shrink as realization sinks in. Augury had not been awake long, and yet, in that short time she finally understood: She was no simple machine. For a machine does not know what it is to love, or the pain of loss.