The Sunspire so how do we win?

terance talked to wraen but the threads not over yet so... vague.

he studied her carefully for a moment before his stoic expression broke-- a soft smile cracked it. "i trust you," he said gently, though he would still worry. as much as he cared for seabreeze, she had double(or maybe even more?!) of the emotional baggage-- his children. their children. woof, so much to worry over.

and then the conversation shifted. terance found himself... oh no? what was that? whatever he was feeling was oddly similar to the time that dirge had joined him and lyra on a patrol. his pace slowed. and even though seabreeze had asked him something, his first response was not an answer, but rather a question. "who?" came his response, his ears angling towards her. and then, realizing she had actually asked him a question, he hesitated again. 

"i told wraen the other night... so you can tell whoever," he started, just clearing that up. but terance was suddenly at a weird emotional crossroads. on one hand. he was entirely positive that this wasn't that. it was just a friend thing that got outta hand one night and was now back to a friend thing. he had lyra issues that needed to be solved-- this just... wasn't the time. but on the other hand? wow he really hated the idea of any other dicks near this girl. since when? he... hadn't even realized. what did that mean? how did he get that across to her? "what.. do you... want to tell people?" he asked, more hesitation clear in his voice.