He would eventually learn from Davrin that things had worked themselves out... for the most part. Until then, all he could do was keep her close and support her; make sure mistakes weren't made here, that he didn't lose her again.
NOT RIGHT.
Spite caught it before Lucanis â that shift in demeanor. And for a few seconds, Lucanis was struck dumb in confusion. "What isn'tâ" he began, the question to that literal inner demon dying on his tongue. "Rook?" Already he was breaking his vow to keep her safe, apparently. Was it the food? No â why would anyone here even think to do that to her? No one knew them here, supposedly. The assassin moved quickly to the side of her chair, knelt down to get a look at her face.
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NOT RIGHT.
Spite caught it before Lucanis â that shift in demeanor. And for a few seconds, Lucanis was struck dumb in confusion. "What isn'tâ" he began, the question to that literal inner demon dying on his tongue. "Rook?" Already he was breaking his vow to keep her safe, apparently. Was it the food? No â why would anyone here even think to do that to her? No one knew them here, supposedly. The assassin moved quickly to the side of her chair, knelt down to get a look at her face.
"Rook. Look at me. What's wrong?"