Startled by Florian's sudden outburst, Thorin jumped out of bed, raising both hands in a calming gesture.
"Alright, it looks like you need some time to adjust. I'll give you space. Can you manage on your own for now? I'll let your sister know."
Florian felt a pang of regret for lashing out at Thorin, though that hadn't been his intention. He had only been trying to silence the incessant, nagging voices in his head. Lowering his gaze, Florian gave a slow, reluctant nod.
"Okay."
From inside the hut, Florian could still hear Thorin's voice, now in serious Alpha mode with Charna. "Keep an eye on him. Help if he needs anything, but for the love of all things sane, give him some space. Got it?"
Florian felt a wave of dejection wash over him. He sighed, wishing he could take back his outburst.
Great first impression after waking up, he thought. He'd always seen Thorin as the big brother he never had, and here he was, making a mess of it.
