The anti mage hadn't made a fuss when Syryn informed him of the addition of a third passenger. As soon as they were on their way, the alchemist noticed how reticent Artemus was.
"I'm sorry," Syryn said to the dark-haired man who had barely spoken a word to him. He wasn't quite sure what the apology was for but it seemed like Artemus was unhappy and Syryn felt the need to say something.
Bewildered onyx eyes turned to him. "What are you apologising for?"
"I don't know. Have I done something wrong? You seem upset."
Artemus sighed at himself, dark eyes flickering over briefly to the uncharacteristically silent Sebastian. "I've been preoccupied with something that came up this morning. You haven't done anything wrong, Syryn. It's my fault for making you think my bad mood was directed at you."
"What came up this mornin'?" Sebastian piped in. The two men exchanged a look that was charged with animosity.
