Varek paced the length of his living space as Soraya watched him lazily. She was chewing on dry fruits and a tray of assorted meats and bread from whatever had been gathered for the winter, treating herself as she thought she deserved without a care for the wellbeing of the people in the clan. Varek ignored her, submerged in the ink of his thoughts, unable to remove Tahla from it. He still had not given his people any real explanation of what had happened in the Lunaris and Lysan had no inkling of what had gone down in that meeting room, so Varek was not very worried about him. He only worried Lysan might say her name in front of anyone in his clan.
“Your movements are disorienting, Varek. What has caused you to behave so?” Soraya’s eyes watched him move back and forth like a man confused
