"Would you be returning to the King of Faldenhorf?" Leron asked, rubbing his eyes as he saw Yulio putting down the sheets he gave him in front of him.
He was right. He can't hear the sound of pouring rain, anymore, and the sunbeams that pass through the small holes of the cave promise of a beautiful, clear weather. He stretched his arms feeling quite positive of today because of it, but there is still the fact that his old friend would have to leave, and they too as well, going separate ways.
Even if they got off the wrong foot last night, Yulio's actions were understandable. He too like Vladstin, suffered a lot, and from what he learned of the events that turn bigger and bigger like a snowball rolling into a much destructive force, suffering can make people do incredibly catastrophic things that you couldn't have expected.
So he does not feel wary of him, only sympathetic and sad for him.
"En." Yulio just answered with a grunt, and left the tent.
