“Are you alright, Pryderi? Do you need to go back to Meritxell earlier than our planned visit in a few months?” I ask cautiously.
“I’m fine, really. I just miss little things. Like the gardens and when we used to get away from things and stay at Tethys Sedna. I know it’s not safe for you and the twins to travel yet, so I can wait a while longer.” Her attempt at calm doesn’t fool me, she's hurting. It’s unfair that I can’t return home yet, to let my mother see her grandchildren, to enjoy some freedom of my own. In my heart I know what is happening and who is responsible — why we need to take so much care, and to plan extra protection. The flames in me rise so swiftly with rage that Lycur’s hand tenses in mine and Geraint stands in response.
“I don’t believe you're fine Pryderi. We both k
