The deafening silence should have been her first clue that something was terribly awry, but Tamsin was too distracted.

She truly had wanted to be here for Bo's Dawning, though she knew she wouldn't be welcomed given her allegiance to the dark.

Not that that would have stopped her. Had Dyson not bailed on her earlier in the day to be here for Bo himself, she would have figured out some way to be here. She had a right to be, after all. She was the one who was there for Bo's invitation trials. She was the one who was with her in Brazenwood, not Dyson.

Of course, thinking about Brazenwood brought about very specific memories. And feelings. Tamsin shook her head to dislodge where that thought process took her.

She wanted to be here to celebrate Bo's successful Dawning because it was due her. Nothing more. Given her orders, she couldn't afford more, not now.

Not ever.

The door to the Dal creaked open and the oppressive silence finally captured her attention. Her brow furrowed as she took in her surroundings.

A few tables were over turned, some were busted apart and scattered across the floor. Broken glass litered her path to the bar and crunched beneath her feet. She looked down as she almost tripped.

Over a body.

She'd seen enough battlefields during her many lives to recognize that she was on one now. She wondered who won.

The sound of Tamsin's cell phone buzzing jarred her out of her musings as it resounded loudly from the lapel pocket of her blue jacket, interrupting the desolate quiet of her ravaged surroundings. A quick check of the display screen revealed the call was coming from the office of the Morrigan. The valkyrie mentally rolled her eyes, dispatched the call without answering and continued to look around the pub for any signs of life.

"Hello?" Tamsin called out. "Anyone else here? Preferably alive," she muttered the last part under her breath. After a full circuit of the Dal, she came across Trick's still form, alive but unconscious, and two other women. One of them human, and one fae. Both dead. The fae she didn't recognize...but the human, the one she almost tripped over before...

Tamsin sighed. It was the succubus's most recent lover and infamous doctor for the light fae, Lauren Lewis. Bo will not be pleased about this at all.

Bo. Tamsin scowled. Where the hell was she? And where was Dyson? And what about her human pet?

As if on cue, the blonde heard groaning and traced it to a portion of the ceiling which had fallen down and obscured another form from her initial search.

"Holy shit balls on fire..."

Tamsin pulled the ceiling away from the young goth girl and leaned down next to her. Kenzi's mouth seemed to be working just fine, but the rest of her, the valkyrie pursed her lips. The human was bleeding from a wide variety of cuts on her face and exposed areas on her arms. Minor wounds were visible from where her clothing was torn. But the most troubling injury was a gash on her forehead. She'd seen enough injuries over the centuries to recognize this one was life threatening.

"Kenzi." Tamsin reached in her pocket for a handkerchief and pressed it firmly against Kenzi's most serious wound on the right side of her head. "You wanna tell me what happened here or what?"

"OWWW. Dammit! What the hell...Tamsin?"

"That's me, short stack."

"Hey now! Don't call me short and if I wasn't clear before, OWWWWW!"

"Stop whining, Kenzi. We have to staunch the bleeding somehow and it's not like I have a medkit on me to help out."

"Yeah, whatevs," Kenzi mumbled.

"So? You gonna tell me what caused this?" Bedside nurturing wasn't really her thing but she tried to gentle her tone of voice for Kenzi's sake.

The young human swallowed and took a shuddering breath before making eye contact with Tamsin, her voice soft to the point of almost being inaudible. "It...it was Bo."

"What? Bo did this?" Tamsin leaned forward to look deep within the girl's eyes. "Are you certain?"

And for a moment, she was pulled back in time to when she questioned someone everyone thought was Kenzi about the death of a beautiful light fae blond woman named Riley. Kenzi, who had originally provided Bo with an alibi, had turned on her and dispassionately relayed that dead bodies were par for the course for a succubus. It was that lack of feeling when discussing Bo turning into a homicidal maniac plus her penchant for chewing on shiny silver jewelry that clued Tamsin in on the fact that they were dealing with a devious and mentally unstable Kitsune named Inari.

Inari hadn't cared about the implications of her phony confession. She hadn't cared that the idea of killing innocents horrified Bo. Kitsune Kenzi only cared about how she could benefit from the predicament she put Bo in and the lifeless expression in her eyes communicated as much.

This woman, however, was tormented by what she knew. By what she saw.

"It was her, Tamsin. It was Bo."

Tamsin looked away and took a deep breath as she tried to rein in her volatile emotions, shock and anger in equal measure battling within her for dominance. Anger won out.

"Where is she now, Kenzi? And where the hell is Dyson?"

"Please," Kenzi whimpered, and Tamsin realized she had unconsciously grabbed the lapels of Kenzi's partially shredded vest as though she were a hostile.

"Sorry," she loosened her hold and forced herself to calm down. Allowing rage to take hold of her now wouldn't fix anything and by the looks of things, Kenzi needed help sooner rather than later.

Kenzi groaned and Tamsin knew she had to act fast, for Bo's sake if nothing else. She knew that Bo would never have wreaked this kind of damage had she been in her right mind and; if by some miracle they were able to catch her and bring her back to her senses, she'd need to have the kind of emotional support only her best friend could provide. Especially once she found out she was responsible for killing Lauren.

Tamsin took a last look around. There was nothing she could do here, not now at least.

Damn. Could this be any more of a shitstorm than it already was?

The valkyrie reached down, gently lifted Kenzi in her arms and headed out of the Dal. "Where are you taking me?" Kenzi's voice was weak and Tamsin masked her concern with a smirk.

"Relax, peewee. I'm taking you to get some help."

Kenzi closed her eyes against the throbbing, stabbing pain in her head. "Told ya...don't be dissin' my height... if you know...what's good for you..." her voice trailed off as she lost consciousness, her body nuzzling against the body holding her, seeking comfort.

"Whatever you say, shortie," Tamsin whispered to the girl who meant so much to Bo and cradled her closer to her chest protectively as she made her way to her truck.

Though, if asked, she would deny to her dying day that the gesture meant she actually cared one way or the other about the little human.