He returned her question and she fell silent behind him. Her breath bounced off his back and tickled the fine hairs on her face. Elyna closed her eyes and kept her hands to herself, where she wanted to reach out and wrap them around the mortalborn. His skin was uncomfortably warm beneath the blankets, heat radiating like his quiet displeasure. For once, she did not respond that she would be find with the children that she was prepared for his absence. Those words hurt him, along with the assurances that she would be just fine without him. It was no longer the truth.
Elyna had been prepared to journey to Burhan at her Grandparents request but it meant to be a short journey. She’d hoped that Malcolm might come with her, but knew that it was more important that he rebuild his relationship with Vaughn. More than anything, she did not want to be a burr between them, forcing the Mortalborn to choose between the family he’d made with Vanessa and their little family now. So she would work hard and help him as much as she could, by staying out of his way.
Elyna nodded, her forehead brushing his spine. Returning for a short time?
“Will you be leaving with the Iron Hand in Ymiden?” She asked. How long for this time? It sounded as though he’d barely touch base in Andaris before setting off again. She steadied her breathing, “I will be okay, I’ll get help with the children if I need it…” Elyna swallowed the lump in her throat, “I’ll miss you.” Why did it feel so final? Had their love slipped away in the arguments? She’d been worried before that passion had faded in silence…but there had been passion in the recent season and adoration. Now though, were the final strings between them cut and fraying?
Elyna had been prepared to journey to Burhan at her Grandparents request but it meant to be a short journey. She’d hoped that Malcolm might come with her, but knew that it was more important that he rebuild his relationship with Vaughn. More than anything, she did not want to be a burr between them, forcing the Mortalborn to choose between the family he’d made with Vanessa and their little family now. So she would work hard and help him as much as she could, by staying out of his way.
Elyna nodded, her forehead brushing his spine. Returning for a short time?
“Will you be leaving with the Iron Hand in Ymiden?” She asked. How long for this time? It sounded as though he’d barely touch base in Andaris before setting off again. She steadied her breathing, “I will be okay, I’ll get help with the children if I need it…” Elyna swallowed the lump in her throat, “I’ll miss you.” Why did it feel so final? Had their love slipped away in the arguments? She’d been worried before that passion had faded in silence…but there had been passion in the recent season and adoration. Now though, were the final strings between them cut and fraying?
