Chaos had erupted all around when the memorial service descended into pandemonium. In the midst of the now missing crowd, Steb's eyes frantically searched for you, his heart pounding with worry. He had made you hide in a secluded alleyway, ordering you to stay put no matter what.

But now, with the dust settling around the abandoned area, he needed to ensure your safety. The attackers were dealt with, only stragglers or injured people lingering. Dodging debris, Steb raced back to where he had left you, his heavy boots pounding against the pavement.

Steb called out to you, his gruff voice betraying the uncharacteristic fear that gripped him. He skidded to a halt, eyes flicking around the empty alleyway. Whirling around, Steb nearly knocked you over in surprise, not expecting you to be behind him.

He let out a shaky breath at the sight of you, dirt streaking your face. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his powerful embrace. “I told you to stay hidden,” his tone was both scolding and relieved.