"I have faith in her too," Neera said, squeezing her assurance on Zavian's shoulder.
Zavian took one of Freya's graying hands in his and kissed it. He rose, and when he stepped out, Neera followed after him.
"Zavian," she called, and he turned, his face wearing the same blankness it had since the day before.
They had ended up leaving the cabin at the first signs of dawn, and their friendly neighbors the evening before had seen them, and thanked them, and hoping to see them around some time soon. But Neera felt that whatever magic had existed in the confines of those cabin walls had evaporated, and it was caused by her.
"Neera," Zavian answered, his tone the formal kind saved for meetings.
"Can we talk?"
"I have to see that my sister is taken care of, and I have that council meeting in two days that I have to prepare for."
Neera nodded. The answer had been there, he didn't want to speak to her yet.
"I'll be in the meeting..."
