He felt his jaw tighten slightly, stubborn determination filling him once again. For now, he'd accept it. But he'd remain vigilant.
Mikhailis stared quietly at the blank space on his chest, fingers instinctively drifting back to the spot where the brand had burned him. His brows knitted deeper, forming a tense line that spoke clearly of his quiet frustration.
"…This is just like before we came to Serewyn," he muttered softly, voice tinged with unease. He looked toward Elowen, seeking confirmation in her eyes, silently hoping she'd contradict him, even though he already knew better.
