Ghian
Aalyan’s absence wasn’t truly painful, but it was deeply felt, nonetheless. That first day, Ghian had been barely functional worrying about him. His safety, his comfort, his... his return. He would return, Ghian knew he would. Even if he hadn’t wanted to... But he did, didn’t he? The way he’d embraced Ghian before leaving spoke of reluctance to separate, he could see that. He hoped Aalyan was not just reacting to his own.
And he’d taken the pendant. Maybe part of Aalyan was still angry at how things had come about between them, but he wouldn’t have accepted it if... Well, if he didn’t intend to come back. Or maybe he would have, after all, what would a piece of jewellery, magical as it was purported to be, matter compared to his children?
But it was not good to dwell on such fears
