The study fell into a heavy silence once the enraged Dragon stormed out, leaving a palpable tension in his wake. Yorian cleared his throat awkwardly, his gaze shifting to Oriana, whose shocked expression remained fixed on the door. Clearly, Arlan's outburst had rattled her deeply.
"He's worried about you, Oriana," Yorian attempted to console her.
"He's not wrong," Sierra chimed in. "We only answered your questions because it felt unjust to leave you in the dark, especially considering how much you already know about yourself. But I assure you, we don't support the idea of you venturing into the Demon realm in search of that witch's soul."
"He'll calm down. Just give him some time," Evanthe added. "Arguments happen when people care deeply for each other."
Oriana nodded silently, absorbing their words.
"We'll leave you to it then," Yorian stood up. "You may want to talk to him."
