Wheeling Gull Isle xxii. when the past ain't been that friendly to you but there's magick in that

His own mind was swimming with emotions as he lead them back to their cove. He was still quite angry with the former tactician and knew that should he see him any time in the future, things would not be so free from violence. He was lucky the Rhæ had been there to center him and help him rein in his temper. Some of his anger was, unavoidably, fueled by jealousy, no matter how much he tried to push the feeling away. He knew things hadn't been quite as Rosencrantz had made it out to be, but he couldn't help but wonder what had gone on between them. Maybe the ivory man's feelings were unknowingly unrequited before, and when things looked serious between Rhælla and Daegon, he grew jealous and let it twist him up inside. Still, some jealous part of him deep down kept poking at him and leaking doubt into his thoughts. 

He sat down next to her as she spoke. At first he said nothing, his body still somewhat tense from what had just happened, but also because he couldn't help but feel a little confused about everything. Finally, he released a heavy sigh and spoke. I am trying not to be jealous, but...it is difficult, he said quietly, his tone a little defeated. He was unsure what else to say just yet, so he fell silent again, eyes trained on the water, following it as it spread over her paws and then retreated over and over.