Soran had never been one to disobey orders or go against regulations, but ever since Lady Karina's departure, his mind had been at unrest.
He'd been worried about how she was faring, since whatever he heard about Orpheus Van Merikh was certainly nothing to smile about.
And more than that, he'd been worried about whether his actions from before upset Lady Karina or not. As her familiar, he believed he was simply comforting her with a small gesture, but perhaps he overstepped his bounds.
"It is unusual for you to be…uneasy," Naeryn stated as she came up behind Soran, her hooves leaving soft thuds on the snow.
They'd returned to the winter region after the council meeting, but Soran had not slept a wink since the previous night. The sabertooth spent the entirety of the night near a sacred altar under a ceiling of frosted branches.
