Herbalists' Cache supposed to be on stage, but fuck it, i need a minute

he had not been expecting this.

gjalla, here, now. he is still covered in the blood and gore of his manhunt, and gawks for a few moments, at the woman. standing in front of him.

here, now.

his heart cries. tells him to speak, to pull her into his embrace. to tell her that she was right, even though she was not, only if to put aside all this bother. but he does not. his pride does not allow it, and blackfell looks upon her with soft eyes only for a second—before they harden. expression shifting from surprise to a cold, quiet indifference.

he shoves past her.