Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

Again, he hesitates. 

Liri watches - solemn eyes unreadable - with head cocked as if searching for some hint of answers beneath the calm exterior. She could not be aware of just how similar they are but even she can sense the momentous occasion of his decision - even if she's not entirely sure what it means. 

Stay, she wants to beg as his heads turns. 

Please. I don't want to be alone. 

Yet, as familiar as he might feel - Sorin is a stranger. Liri keeps her pleas locked behind wary lips, waiting with bated breath to see what he will choose. 

With a soft splash, the shadow crosses the distance to settle by her side. She's acutely aware of the length of his body against her. It feels wrong - as if somehow she is betraying Kavik even in this innocent act of staying warm. Pale ears droop sadly at the thought and a bitter laugh threatens to escape. 

He could tear her heart out, replace her, sire the children she had thought would be her own with another and yet, in her heart, the northron was still his wife. 

With a heavy swallow, Liri tries to replace the grief that threatens to crush her with the numbness that is just as deadly, if easier to bear. 

She tries hard to focus on the man at her side, turning to him with averted eyes for fear he might see the pain lingering within them. 

"Where were you headed? Before?" She murmurs, referring to the moment he had arrived - seemingly on his way to some unknown destination before Liri had stopped him.