The Dolorosa sat in the corner not to far from you, all wrapped up in a hood much like her son and you notice her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. When you approach her you ask what is wrong, but the mare only seems to withdraw further, murmuring something under her breath that sounds odd. Concerned for her you demand to know what is going on which only makes things worse; for the Dolorosa fights back, silently begging you to stop and desperately hiding her face from you. In the scramble you managed to pull her hood off, but to what cost?
Crouching before you, gritting her teeth and shaking, now sits a small subjuggulator, balling her eye