"I don't feel like celebrating the end of the war, but our family can use a little happiness or at least an opportunity to take our minds off the grieving. Let's spend the rest of the day with our family. Everything else can wait until tomorrow." Orion said.
"Maybe even for a bit longer." Jirni nodded.
With Thrud dead, Jirni's rage was gone. Without her rage, she was empty, ready to be filled with more pain from Phloria's absence. Jirni still had lots of plans and schemes, but no will to enact a single step of any of them.
***
Ernas Mansion, Quylla's room, later that afternoon.
The lunch had been an utter failure. No one felt like rejoicing for the end of the war and no one was in the mood to chat. The long silence and brooding faces made the Dining Room look like a funeral vigil.
Lucky sat at Orion's feet the whole time, eating only the food coming from his hand.
