Herbalists' Cache white flag

sun eater demands explanations. blackfell turns eye to him, observant, tempered like forged steel; the dying light of heat present in that ruby stare. his wife has not been honest with him and he is lost for it. lost in a sea of politics, drowning under a tidal wave he did not know existed—and blackfell... sympathizes. he has been there.

he currently did feel like he was there.

he huffs. there is much. he says with a shrug, letting his gaze roam lazily over the trees, the lands, the snow. not looking back where they left behind the snow den, looking forward to the treeline they approached. are you sure you wish to know? his brow quirks.

from what he knew, sun eater was not a fan of his wife's past. he did not wish to ruin his image of her. you will think differently of your wife.