~ TARKYN ~
Elreth sucked in a breath, a cloud shadowing her eyes. She flinched. "Seriously, Tarkyn?"
Tarkyn clawed a hand through his hair. "It feels like since the second I woke up after the rite you've done nothing but question me."
"Are you fucking kidding me? I turned Anima over looking for you! I thanked the Creator when we found you. I question them, Tarkyn. For the Creator's sake, none of us are immune to being wrong, or deceived or… or affected by things we don't understand! I'm standing in protection of my people—including you!"
"So do I!"
She stared at him long and hard, those shadows still passing behind her eyes, but then she nodded. "I believe you. I do. I just… I'm scared, Tarkyn. And we've got so few of the guards here. It feels like this will take a single breath from the wrong direction and our entire lives will fall apart."
