"Thia, it's okay now..." Jorael whispered as the paralyzing headache passed, but the Elf couldn't help herself and kept crying hugging him tightly at the bottom of the ravine that led to Vas'Anellir.
"No, it is not." she whispered through her tears.
"Yeah, I know...
We should meet with the others now." he said, trying to moving on.
Cyn'Thia raised her head, and as she stared into his purple eyes, she exclaimed:
"Can't you see that every day is getting worse and worse?!
We don't need to do this at all!
Nobody imposes it on us..."
"What do you mean?" Jorael asked baffled.
"We can settle down, forget about the Empire or the Kingdom, find a place where the two of us... where the two of us and the others can live free and happy, disconnected from the wars between states, Vampires, and the rest..." she explained exasperatedly.
"Thia, I cannot deceive those who are suffering and are waiting for me..." Jorael replied.
