"You are leaving the capital?"
Leaving.
A word like a millstone, all weight and no warmth.
Faerus tuts, "Why do you sound like you are going to cry? It is not like I am gone. . . forever. . . " His voice was filled with forced laughter but when he caught a glimpse of Elodie actually crying, it made him stammer with his words towards the end and hurriedly scoot towards her direction.
With their close proximity to each other, he removes Elodie's headwear and brushes her brown hair with his slender fingers, gently putting all the strands away from her face so he could see her face clearly.
"What is wrong? Why are you crying all of sudden?" Concern was overflowing in Faerus' voice and it only made Elodie weep more from the overwhelming gentleness she receives from Faerus.
Elodie desperat
