Rikive's eyes widened hearing his voice break, hearing the pain in it, just as much as the words. So the sword that she saw Parael use wasn't his. Nemsemet had Parael's real sword? This was bad, this was very bad. She took in a deep breath, collecting herself so she appeared calm and opened the bathroom door, stepping inside. 

Seeing Parael scared and on the verge of tears made her heart ache. She walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She reached out and gripped his hand, squeezing it gently yet firmly. She couldn't lie to him and tell him everything would be okay. It wasn't okay. 

If the enemy had Parael's sword, they had him over a barrel. 

"We'll get it back." She promised him, looking up at him and smiling as best she could. She hoped they could get it back before anything was done to Parael, but she wasn't sure. If at this very moment Nemsemet or one of the people that served him had it in their possession...They might already be too late. 

"[i]I'll[/i] get it back." Rikive promised a bit more firmly, squeezing his hand. "You're my brother Parael. I'm right here with you and I'll do whatever I can to help you."