He nodded as he listened to his brother, a cold lump forming in his chest as Chrys explained he may have been pursued. “I’ll send Célesin to check the borders.” He assured him. “Keep him here as long as he needs to recover but I expect to meet him soon. Bring him to me when he’s ready.” His voice was gentle but held the authority of a leader. There was a strangeness to the scent on his brother, something he couldn’t quite place and simply wrote off as a form of illness. He worried that the stranger might have brought a plague to their borders but held his tongue, there was no need to worry his brother any further.
