The shuttle ride to Palaven's moon was heart wrenching for Elara. Her mouth opened and closed as words utterly escaped her grasp. The indicators flashed, indicating the widespread destruction. The destruction so reminiscent of Earth when she'd been forced to flee. Yet that, alone, was not what left her heart twisting.
She turned a fearful gaze to Liara, her composure slipping. Her friend nodded sympathetically. Elara closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She could do this. She could worry about him later. More was at stake.
"Prep weapons, I have a feeling this will be a bumpy landing."
And, as usual it seemed, her gut did not lead her astray. Countless husks and one fixed comm tower later and she, Liara, and James were trudging back into the turian camp. Elara stepped up next to Corinthus, arms folded across her chest as she peered down at his map of the area. Troop movements were what caught her eye as she scanned the information.
"So we know the new primarch is Victus, but we don't know where he is?"
Elara huffed out a sigh, rubbing her forehead as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She made a mental note to ask EDI later what the probability would be on something going right for a change in the near future.
"Don't worry, Shepard, we'll find him."
That voice. Elara's eyes snapped up, going wide at the quite welcome sight.
"Garrus!" Elara practically skipped over to the familiar turian. Professionalism be damned.
He was chuckling, albeit awkwardly, when Elara reached him. She pressed a hand to the side of his face, his eyes closing as she let out a relieved sigh.
"God, I am so glad you're safe."
One last curt laugh escaped before he opened his eyes to look at her.
"I'm hard to kill, you know that."