Lirian took deep breaths to calm himself, he'd been quiet these past days, bottling everything up inside, it was how he always done things in the past it was the only way he truly knew how to endure.
But currently he was glad about the anger, it was the first feeling he felt since Edith's death and it sure as hell beat whatever he'd been feeling since then.
He strode back to his room with his hands tucked in his pockets, and when he entered he found Anya already there, as Lirian shut the doors he pulled of the blindfold to see her sitting at the foot of his bed starring at him intently.
"Is there something you need?" Lirian asked but refused to make eye contact with her, she had been probing into things a lot over the past few days, asking him many questions that he wasn't ready to answer.
