(I don't have a pet form for Ura yet, so this Shartile will be a stand-in)
Her tiny hand had been pressed reassuringly against Sulyassa's thigh, more for herself than for her aunt, until suddenly it was not. Nysene had not bought the excuse that the towering dragonborn was roaming the halls in search of her daughter, and yet the woman had not thought to check behind Sulyassa. Had not thought to make sure she had actually been truly alone. But now they were both walking away, leaving that small, insignificant hand holding not but air.