[Last night, in Kairan' thalor]
Ancillin slouched in the chair, shirtless and dripping with sweat, his head bobbing up and down, on the verge of dozing off. The exhaustion etched into his features told a story of restless nights and unrelenting strees.
Suddenly, a soft crackle of of magic signaled Kairan's appearance. He materialized without so much as a sound, carrying the brooch in his hand like it was some casual trinket. He placed it on the table beside Ancillin, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world.
Ancillin stirred, his eyes barely opening, catching a glimpse of kairan with an exhausted scowl. "How does it feel," Ancillin muttered, his voice hoarse, "to spend the night with the girl you love while your brother's love is missing... because of her?"
