better with you

He has been pacing impatiently, full of concern that it was taking her so long to get there. Had Isardis sent her off to fight his petty war? She was worth too much to be put in that sort of position. He couldn't imagine risking her that way.



Leaving was just crossing his mind when she arrived, looking exhausted and out of breath. He approached her quickly, stopping less than a foot away. Eris. Relief flooded him knowing that she was okay. It was almost enough to make her condition unnoticeable... Almost. As he looked her over and her scent caught in his nostrils, the realization flooded his mind and he sighed. So the demon has brought you into his madness as well? His voice was even and gentle, not at all betraying the anger at Isardis that flooded his veins, but he still worried that she would note the bitterness somehow and think it was directed against her.



He took a deep breath and his face fell, his eyes showing an emotion he couldn't describe. He focused his verdant gaze on her gold. I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner. I've... missed you.