Atbash was still angry from the whole ordeal with The Pitt, if not only from her own experiences with them. She felt bad that Elsweyr had to deal with them and they had roughed up the cheetah in such a way. It was traumatic, to say the least, at least it had been for Atbash. The savannah worried about the Shadow Regent's well-being often and was on her way to visit Elsweyr with some water-filled moss - just in case the woman woke up. What Atbash wasn't expecting, however, was Elsweyr to be outside of Moth's home when she arrived.

"Ah, Elsweyr!" Atbash squeaked, rushing over as she saw the cheetah on the stairs and seemingly trying to already get to doing her normal duties. "Steel's right, you shouldn't be moving around too much right now." She added quickly, dropping the moss at Elsweyr's paws. "I got you water if you want some, though."

Ever since Elsweyr had returned from her journey to The Pitt, it was nearly impossible not to notice the anger radiating off of Aurum in waves. While the luminary was able to calm himself and focus on strategizing what to do next, he couldn't deny that he had been a bit... snappy, as of late. Not only because of pregnancy hormones wreaking havoc on his mental state, but also because of the stress currently sitting heavily on his shoulders. Part of that was just trying to figure out what to do about The Pitt, but part of it was also because of his worry over Elsweyr. Despite his earlier issues with his shadow regent, he still cared deeply for her, and didn't want to see her in a coma, or for something even worse to befall her. He trusted Moth wholeheartedly, yet the possibility of Els dying still hung over his head, following him wherever he went. As he moved through town and took care of his duties, he found himself constantly wondering how Elsweyr was doing – and he occasionally checked in with Moth, obviously.

He had been on his way to do another check-in when he noticed the gathering crowd around Moth's home, his heart immediately beating frantically. Was Elsweyr better? Or was she... no. He couldn't think that way. Taking a deep breath, the angelic tiger made his way over quickly, a breath of relief leaving him when he arrived and saw Elsweyr sitting there. She looked battered and beaten, naturally, but she was also alive. Offering her a smile, Aurum muttered softly, "Elsweyr... I'm so glad to see you awake. Do you need me to get Moth?" He then said, his front paws shifting a little as he shook his head, "I'll be happy to listen to your story when you're ready to tell it, but... we should make sure that you're alright beforehand. I don't want you trying to tell me what happened and then collapsing because you aren't doing well." The archangel obviously had a great deal of interest in finding out the full story of what had happened, but he also wanted to ensure her safety beforehand. Once Moth gave her the go ahead, Aurum would be happy to listen. Or perhaps not... happy, exactly, but glad to know the full story of what had happened.