Two Rivers Isle No looking back

After Burke's announcement of their disbandment and relocation, and Aeronwyn's disappearance, Nico had retreated into himself. He worried for the silver fae constantly, and found himself lost in anxious thoughts about his friend, a friend that he had feelings for. He blamed himself, often wondering if it was a mistake that he hadn't followed her and maken sure she hadn't made any rash decisions, something which he knew that she was very capable of. If she was dead, Nico would never forgive himself, because he knew it was his fault. He should've followed her, made sure she hadn't gotten into trouble, taken care of her - that was his job, wasn't it? Aero had done the same for him, it was only right that he should do the same for her.

When the howl beckoned, Nico rose robotically and made his way silently and swiftly over to the source of the howl. There was a new bleakness in his expression, and his green eyes, formerly bright and dancing with light, were dark and shadowed; glassy, as if he'd lost something permanently and with it, he'd lost something within him as well. When he arrived, the majority had already gathered, and quickly he scanned the crowd urgently for Aeronwyn, his heartbeat quickening when he couldn't find her.

But he found her, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Nico weaved through the wolves until he stood next to her, and he offered his Lord and Lady a respectful nod, but otherwise remained silent.

"Are you okay?" he murmured to Aero, his tone filled with underlying worry.