remembrance

That she in any way expected him didn't unnerve as it might others. He'd spent enough time in her company to know that some mysteries were better left unanswered. There was also little he would let deter him from his current objective for he found little alternative save for a complete emotional break down. As Constable, he could hardly afford personal obstacles like his relationship with Alyvia had unfortunately become. It was what he'd been avoiding in all of this subterfuge after all. Turns out he didn't have the knack for it in the slightest. 

Solemnly he approached, hands still pulled behind his back as moved, waiting for her to look up from the book. Where normally he might've smiled weakly as a pleasantry, he kept his gaze locked into hers. Almost as if he was afraid that if he gave her the opportunity she would reduce him to cinders for looking at her the wrong way. But then that just so happened to be the company he prefered and one of the many reasons he'd chosen her for this request. 

She'd even guessed what he'd come here to ask. Not surprising in the slightest. He figured better to get to the point than waffle around it. I need you to make it go-- He cleared his throat stopping himself. I need you to make her forget who I am. An incredibly selfish request but one he saw no other way around. If Alyvia forgot, they could have their lives back and he would still suffer the punishment of his egregious behavior. He hopd too, that Morrigan would need no clarifcation who she was.