Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

arcturus could appreciate the gingerness in which wraen broached a painful topic. she chose her words carefully, but minced nothing -- it was one of the many things he appreciated about the sovereign. she was always able to dive into the meat of the matter, no matter how sensitive, while still maintaining tact.

he hedged a sigh between them, for it was a weighty matter indeed. the idea of visiting his family caused his stomach to writhe, his self-preservation to wriggle; surely, visiting his family would have the same outcome as jumping into a shark pit.

and he might as well just jump to the sharks -- their means of devising his end would be far swifter.

arcturus did, however, find that wraen's blessing he could make reparations was heartening. "i am not there yet." he answered transparently. "but i appreciate the gesture. i would prefer to put that part of my life behind me." for good, perhaps. there were people and pieces he missed, but why wallow? life could only go forward.