Lysander moved his hands over Kron's wound healing him. In the meantime everyone else was packing necessities that they may need.
Getting caught by the local law of earth was something that they were not going to wait for. For the first time everyone moved around without hating on each other.
"What was that?" Malark asked curiously.
His heart beat quickened in his chest. His feeling could be described in one word, worry. He wasn't the one worried but Lysander was but he too felt it. It was weird but it was better than the darkness that he was trapped in all his life.
He could handle someone else's emotions if it meant not feeling like he was alone in the world. "It is the pair of a tie," Lysander replied wrapping up.
"I still don't get it," Malark let out innocently. His statement brought a smile to Lysander's lips. The prince the world knew and that he had grown fond of using was cold. He would rather die than accept that he was lacking.
