Ouroboros Spine listener

Concern outweighed his sorrow now. It spiked and drove away all other thoughts. The man's face contorted with that focused worry, furrowing.

Come, sit. Has something happened? He worried aloud, and looked now to the path she had cavorted upon, to see if she was chased, and turned his ears for sound of warring or summons, on-edge immediately. It was hard to shed the instinct that his old role had placed upon him.