separate ways

She'd never been ashamed of her vulnerabilities but it was always a humbling experience no matter who listened patiently. There were few people in her life she could ever fully unravel in front of, and one of them happened to be sharing the very same bench swing. She smiled wistfully, wiping her cheek daintily to prevent her tears from leaving raw, salted tracks down her cheeks. She'd avoided Cian just as she had avoided Faelyn and it wracked her with guilt anew. The only one she hadn't heard mention of so far, was Silas. At least she could spare her shame from one of her fathers. Maybe you should consider listening to one of us. She muttered contemptuously, though it was no more a genuine sentiment than the walls she put up between them. She didn't truly mean any of it. 

That's not, entirely true. she tensed in his lap, lifting her gaze to catch his. One person does. She'd only mentioned she was going to Arlathan, not who she was going to meet. It was by design, for his own deniability. One of these days, she was going to have much to answer to. I have a ward, her name is Cirri She said simply. She knows I’m in Arlathan her soul-guard too but at this point she considered Lucien and herself one person in some respects.