With that, he stepped in. Instead of resting on the bed, she was on the chair, her head on her arms over the table. A feeling of sadness and melancholy in the air, so thick he smelled it. His ears twitched, and he felt more of the feelings that bled from her.
Kyrie locked the door behind him and rested Wolf Prince against it for further protection. No one besides himself and Yraka was able to move it in the landship. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you or to go against you this time around. All I want is to talk with you. Can you indulge me with this egoist wish of mine?"
Those words were hard to speak, to act so amicably with someone he deemed and still considered a sort of an enemy, but he had to grow beyond these grudges. She had a connection to his inner self, the same place where Wolf Prince was, the link that always allowed him to know its location.
