Novella couldn't really have asked for any more from her mate. Never could anyone fault his dedication and loyalty, his compassion that still remained strong despite the difficult time. She couldn't have been easy to put up with, the woman he had first met and fallen in love with hidden somewhere beneath this suddenly cold exterior. He was there for her, supported her in anyway that he felt he could perhaps that would unlock her once more bring her back to him.
Novella hadn't thought on who might be able to help her further, who might have some quick solution to whatever problem she had. Her parents, so wise perhaps would have known and whilst perhaps that loss still stung was somehow tied to this depression she wouldn't be able to acknowledge such a fact. All she knew was this current state was wrong, she wanted to get better though her willpower felt feeble and weak and her mind couldn't work out how to beat it.
"Routine." Time had dragged on since Frith had made the suggestion but her voice had been found again. "What can I do? Nothing." It was rhetorical, in her mind she felt like a failure, certainly not the Author she once had been. Her confidence was shattered and some truth of that would finally be revealed now. Emotions would begin to take over a little more, voice threatening to crack as a wave of sadness washed over her at the confession. "I don't know what to do."
