Mo Yinan ends up eating his own words.
Because, in fact, he does not want Cassander to leave and especially not to Xilestia where civil unrest festers.
Yet he stands and watches while Cassander readies his belongings, his sword at his hip, and a dark cloak shrugged over his shoulder. He readies himself a horse, and it was hard to find one so deep in demon territory but Yinan made it happen. He found the strongest beast just for his beloved.
And now, he has to watch his beloved leave, ferried off into the depths of danger.
"Don't go," Yinan says one last time, but he's not doing anything when Cassander tightens the saddle around the stallion's belly. The grey sky stretched above, turning sunlight murky, hidden behind heavy veils of churning clouds.
Cassander smiled at him, not a single hint of sadness present in his face. For some reason, this only makes Yinan's heart clench. The mageknight leans in a pressed a kiss to Mo Yinan's lips.
