Don't Think Twice

In that respect, we will always agree. Power always sought itself out, no matter how much time had passed. That he had found to be a fact, despite how little time he had spent awake, preparations still had to be made. Even when he had first begun his search for the other, a foolish one perhaps - when looking back on it - not once had he forgotten the danger that loomed overhead. That would threaten them all without care, but given enough knowledge, perhaps something could be done about it. To ensure something close to a peace for the centuries to come. Of course new issues would arise, perhaps even from the remainder of the Evanuris themselves. But that was a topic to be dealt with as it arose.

Of course, the moment he spoke the name aloud, he knew it was perhaps not the smartest thing to do. Her tone told him of that, yet regardless of if she saw it as a slight to her or not, in this he wouldn't be backing down. Perhaps. But that name became his own the moment he accepted it. That he told me, gave me the option to use it, is a gift I shall not use lightly. Naught but the truth spoken, he could not recall the last time he had used it before anyone that was not the wolf himself. If he ever had. He knew Feredir like privacy to a degree, and he had no intention of disrespecting that, no matter how irritable it might make the one who stood before him.

But naturally, their discussion on the topic continued, because it had to. A necessity perhaps, had he mentioned nothing, would she had ever brought it up? Noticed but never voiced? He wondered about that, though they were in agreement about certain aspects, the freedom she granted yet remained. The fact that she insisted about not interfering surprised him still, given who they were speaking of. Was she that certain of the outcome? Or simply looking to watch him make an utter fool of himself before someone she knew would move the entirety of existence for her? It did not seem to be quite as malicious as that, at least not from the way she looked at him. But he had no way of being certain. I am well aware of that fact. That stark reminder stood before him, flesh made whole again after all.

Revas expected things to end there, for that to be the end of such topics, to leave him be. Maybe even insist he depart and head elsewhere. Yet instead asking something that showed a level of curiosity, in his actions or lack thereof. He could not help but chuckle a little, a quiet almost sad sound that died out after a few moments. If only he'd been given the time she seemed to assume he'd had. You must understand, I have not been at his side as long as you think, as much as I wish that were not the truth. I saw the grief that took hold of him, stayed with him to help create the veil. In that time... there was much to be done, he needed comfort, someone to make sure he did not work himself into oblivion in the pursuit of saving our people. Not to be distracted by my own feelings or demand they take priority over the continued existence of our people. There wasn't the space for it, his wounds were so raw I did not dare. By the time I woke up? Well you were already here, whole, so no I have said nothing. When would I have found such time? Recalling such memories were far less pleasant then expected, like his skin had been rubbed raw, an uncomfortable fact that would not leave.