Jessamyn didn't want to leave him hanging and walked up the stairs. Archon Erlan's face darkened seeing her ascending the steps. Jerrick descended to meet her halfway and gently took her hand, guiding her the rest of the way up.
"We cannot have another war," Archon Erlan said as they reached the platform, his voice heavy with implied accusations.
Jerrick's voice was deep and resolute. "What makes you think there will be one?"
Archon Erlan chuckled, though the sound was hollow and bitter. "You're as confident as I remember you, Wulfhart… I, on the other hand, place my trust solely in Our Gracious One!" He clasped his hands together and bowed his head in a display of devout piety.
Jessamyn rolled her eyes, unable to hide her disdain.
Jerrick chuckled too, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling. Jessamyn was surprised to see him acting so amiably with someone like the Archon.
