Solus found Lith inside the tower, silently lying in bed with his eyes closed. The pain he radiated, the frustration that burned his mind were so intense that she started to cry.
"Oh, gods. I knew that going out tonight was a mistake." She slipped under the bedsheets, cuddling up to him and holding him tight. "It's alright, Lith. Now I'm here with you."
"Nothing is alright." There was a huskiness in his voice due to his previous screaming. "I've lost everything and my fucking mana core keeps letting me down."
"What do you mean?" Solus asked.
Lith was too tired and weak to speak, so he partially fused their mind to share with her the news from Quylla about his houses and the events in the Tavern.
"The moment I meet Haug in person, I'm going to deck him!" She snarled at his definition of friendly fisticuffs. "Why didn't you tell me about the auctioning of your properties?"
