Lois looked at Rowan in the wreckage of his study.
The scrolls still lay scattered across the floor. The candles had burned out and the was had hardened in pale pools on the stone. Rowan sat in his chair, his head bowed, his hands motionless on his knees.
"How long are you going to sit here?" Lois asked from the doorway.
"Until I know what to say to her."
"You've been sitting here for hours. Have you figured it out?"
Rowan didn't answer.
Lois stepped into the room. His boots crunched on a broken piece of wax. "She's in her room. I asked Nyssa to check on her, but She wouldn't open the door.“
"I know."
"Do you?" Lois crossed his arms. "Look Rowan, I know this is hard but, She's been lied to her whole life. By the same person she calls her best friend. And now she thinks you're just
