Their poor parents were horrified by the whole thing; Skye's ordeal and current state, alone with the fact that Mar had risked her life to go save her. They had left very briefly to go pick up something for them all to eat, though Mar wasn't sure she'd have much of an appetite when they got back. She didn't care about food, or the fact that she was still wearing the same clothes from the rescue, or any of that right now. All that mattered was Skye.
She had been so...messed up when Mar had found her. Like she didn't even know who Mar was. What if she was always like that from now on? The doctors had said it looked to be the result of some sort of drug. What on earth had she been put through?
Whatever Skye is like from now on, Mar had decided with conviction, I'll be there for her. Always.
At least Skye was alive. So many of those kids hadn't made it. Mar had watched as parents came in to the hospital to ask about their children, and left in hysterics. How could the Deilig clio do something so horrible? Rip apart so many families? Mar also thought about what would have happened if her and the others hadn't gone in. While Liam had sent his forces, who knows what the guards would have done to those kids if Mar and the others hadn't taken them out first...
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Her thoughts were going a million miles a minute. Skye, the dead kids, her parents, Skye, the mission, Skye, Liam, Skye, Skye, Skye...