Hoshor Plains gentlelady

The shift was so sudden it nearly startled her, Mayfair’s grin replaced by something far more desperate. Concern surged through her, and she stepped closer, pressing her nose lightly to his shoulder.

Are you alright, Lestan?

The world around them faded as her focus locked onto him. Her silver eyes traced his form, scanning for any sign of injury or an explanation for the sudden change. Lowering her head, she sniffed at him, searching for an unseen cause, but all she found was the scent of raw anxiety.

A frown settled over her face, her brow knitting with worry. Slowly, she began to circle him, observing every detail. Had their trek been more exhausting than she’d realized? Had she been so careless as to overlook his struggles?

The thought twisted in her chest, guilt pressing down like a heavy weight. Had he been suffering in silence all this time?