The Sunspire I'm just sitting here remembering how your lips taste

Bernard dutifully followed close behind Wraen. He felt that being a guard was his calling, despite the great responsibility that came with it. He would rather it be him to protect her than anyone else. His weak ears perked as she spoke up with a question. He smiled at her comment and replied, I'm far more comfortable here than I ever felt at Moonspear. There are lots of friendly faces, though I wish I saw yours more often.

Wraen seemed like a free spirit, which was beautiful in its own way, but Bernard felt an inner tugging to be by her side. It seemed like she was away more than present, and he was always worried sick when she was gone. Regardless of the sudden influx of emotions swirling around inside him, he managed to keep a neutral demeanor as he continued to plod along.