Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

She wished she could lift the pressure of this burden from Etienne’s shoulders- but she could not protect him from everything. His future was for him to decide, and while it seemed to cause him great concern, she had faith that he would pull through, and that if he struggled, she would be there to support him no matter what. 

If he chose to stay, however, there would be little that she could do for him- Glaukos had made it abundantly clear that she was not wanted or welcome. 

Her gaze drifted to Anselm, sharpening as her brother’s did when he claimed to have no one. Just how oblivious could one man be? She could see the hurt in her brother, whose tear-filled gaze then turned to her. Her own eyes welled, to see her brother be dismissed. She cared, and she hoped that he saw it in her eyes before he turned to go.

He took some space for himself, and she allowed him to go, forcing herself to breathe quietly and carefully though she wanted nothing more than to turn to the mop-faced fun-suck and scream.

She gritted her teeth, squeezing her tongue against the back of her throat to suppress  her voice when she spoke after her brother had moved off to breathe. She knew if she screamed at him, it would only make things worse.  

”If ‘e means as much to you as I believe ‘e does, you need to tell ‘im.” She said. ”An’ I t’ink you need to ‘ear yourself say it as much as ‘e does.”