He is light. He is floating on air. He is caressing Dany's skin, whispering to their unborn child. He is smiling. He is looking into her eyes.

He is experiencing all these things until his daydream dissipates like a flame deprived of oxygen.

A scent, rotten and wrong, assaults his nostrils, and instinctually he immediately sets out to discover the source while the ecstacy of his previous state erodes into the beginnings of a panic attack. Something is not right, his mind tells him, and suddenly he finds himself full-out flying across the sands, kicking up dust and flagging his tail to keep his balance.

When the trio registers in his vision, he slows, confused. He recognizes all three, but doesn't understand why Debonaire is here, or why he and the mares seem to be ignoring each other.

Then he spots Razvan, and his heart shatters.

He can't recall how he gets there or how quickly; he is only aware of the quickness of his breathing and the uncomfortable, panicked palpitations of his heart. Not meeting the others' eyes, for he doesn't wish to hear the truth from them, he lowers his head to sniff at Razvan's face, then to press his muzzle against his beta's throat to feel for a pulse.

There is nothing.

In a way he had prepared himself for this day and fully expected it to come... but not now. Not like this. Razvan had been doing so well. Encantador lifts his eyes, which are at first glazed with confusion, to meet the gaze of Debonaire. He says nothing, but his expression is full of shock and confusion. Then, something clicks.

As quickly as lightning, his brows furrow and his stance becomes aggressive. He steps closer to his Atlantian ally, wedging himself between Debonaire and the body of Razvan, as though he is giving it his one last shot to protect his beta. His vision becomes blurry around the edges and dances with stars of rage. He forgets about Alexa and Neassa; he has eyes only for the buckskin before him.

"What... did you... DO!?" he screams, ears pinned and teeth bared.