Herbalists' Cache hold my cup

his ears pull back, eyes dark just briefly. what good was unity, when it came at the cost of herself? what good was protection, when it required her to bend? but she is looking at him with that certainty, that stubborn faith she wields like a weapon, and he cannot meet it with his usual cynicism.

because he does trust her. because, despite everything, despite the years and the distance and the choices that have led them here, he still believes in her.

but that does not mean he has to believe in him.

he does not say it. instead, he huffs, shaking his head, stepping back as if to put space between them, as if distance might cool whatever fire burns in his chest. i will see what i see, morwenna. he pauses. for you.