Ronan didn't bother interrogating Soran any further. He scoffed at the Wickan dismissively, nudging his shoulder harshly as he passed by him with Vivian in his arms.
Soran stumbled back, clicking his tongue irritably at Ronan's audacity. Displeased with the physical contact, the Wickan brushed off any remnants from his shoulder.
Making haste, Ronan brought Vivian back to their chambers, laying her carefully on the bed. His forehead creased worriedly, seating himself beside her.
"Why would you go off by yourself?" Ronan queried softly without any form of anger or exasperation in his voice. "Morgana may be an old companion of mine, but I do not trust Wickans to be safe around you."
As if sensing his overbearing concerns, Vivian's eyes fluttered open. There was a moment of tension as she scrunched her eyes tightly, still affected by the headache hammering her mind without mercy.
