Malgarius stared at Gwendolyn as she lay still on his lap. His piercing glance had a look of both curiosity and confusion written all over it.
He felt something deep within of him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but something intricate swirled as he stared at her. Her fragility and the peculiar familiarity her presence provoked caused a discomfiting conflict in his thoughts. As he studied her lifeless figure, he found it difficult to reconcile his mission with the surprising tenderness he was feeling.
His head was full of questions, and he struggled to maintain his composure. The last thing he wanted was for the dark sorcerer to notice his inner conflict and use it against him.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing thoughts. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted by Gwendolyn. He had a job to do, and he had to focus on that, no matter how difficult it might be.
