"Brother, wait!" Faris desperately called out to Siroos, sprinting after him in the passageways. He caught up to him just outside Cassandra's door. He was standing there, with his forehead pressed against the door frame, fidgeting, his whole body shaking as if spasming.
Every muscle, every vein, every limb was embroiled in pain as he contemplated and decided what he was supposed to say to her.
Faris slowly approached him, understanding how volatile his brother was, he could explode without knowing and blast Faris. His dragon could surface at any moment and that would be even disastrous.
Placing his hand very carefully on Siroos's shoulder he squeezed and spoke.
"This is not the right time to see her, she is in pain and seeing you will make it worse."
Siroos flattened both his hands on the wooden door frame and leaned further in, muscles in his arms going so taut that they ached. They stretched and veins stood out as he hoarsely lamented.
