Allias was holding Theseus' hand tightly as they left their room. They had talked about it, talking actually was the new way of doing things, no matter how hard it was. Sometimes it is better to simply get all these burdens off your chest and focus on what's ahead. They were always there for each other after all.
Their footsteps echoed in the silent corridor while they were being led to the throne room by the same guard that Allias had smacked the door in his face. The young elf seemed to be a lot more wary now, a lot more respectful and Theseus had to suppress his smile a few times. Allias never had the intention of scaring his people but when things did not go his way he had one hell of a temper. It was funny to look from the side, especially how he would feel bad sometimes for not smiling back at a servant or for being rude.
"Um, you…" Allias called him and the elf stopped on his tracks immediately. He turned around, his eyes cautious. "What's your name?"
