Back at the hotel, Cyan Yarrow was sitting in despair.
Two worries were clogging his mind. One, how was Shayma doing? And the other, how was Falcon doing?
Cyan knew he was a foolish man, that he trusted too easily, and always put himself in danger for others. But there was a kind of pleasure in this foolishness that no one understood. If he was going to die one day, then there were more honorable ways to do so. That was why Shayma and him were a good match. They were both reckless and stupid.
And so Cyan sat and wrote the song he wanted to sing to her before proposing.
He was by no means a singer, but having made her all sorts of artworks, sketches, and paintings, he wanted to do something really different that would surprise her.
