"Can you take us there? To the meeting room? I… I don't think I can face a walk in silence," I stutter out, reaching my fingers out towards him, as though to grasp a hold of those invisible strands stung between us and tug him back to me.
Glancing over his shoulder now, he braves me a little smile.
"If this would please you, it is the least I can do. Alastor, are you okay with this?" he asks, politely as ever, but there is a new tone in his voice, a strain of forced tranquillity that buries his emotions deep beneath it.
And here only the other night Valerian was telling me not to bury my emotions, to not stifle them but instead let them flourish or they will only stifle you. I suppose given the fact that we have extra company it may not be in his best interests to let his authority slide.
