This night ain't for the faint of heart

Ulric breathed a shaky sigh as he walked up from the dungeons again, his ears flicking back as he closed the door behind him. He had done pretty well so far keeping a brave face in front of Eska and doing what he could to cheer her up and keep her mind on more pleasant things... but it was hard. It was so incredibly hard to keep the worry off of his face, the dread that kept him up at night. He had lost so much and endured so much. He really thought that maybe he might be able to finally begin to relax and enjoy some time alone with Eska, take a small vacation with her once summer hit, enjoy his retirement... and now this.

He shook his head as he began to move away from the door that lead down to the dungeon, moving through the castle toward the kitchens so he could prepare some food to take down to Eska. He knew he shouldn't be paying such frequent visits to her when they still weren't certain that whatever caused this wasn't contagious, but he couldn't help it. He had to see her, had to continue to convince himself that everything was okay. He couldn't bear the thought of her going crazy down there on her own. If she was going to suffer he was going to suffer with her. He walked through the feast hall in a worried daze, moving toward the pantry to find something to fix for his mate.

Ulric Adravendi