"Get some rest" he noticed how very nigh she had been towards shattering.
His brows furrowed when he could see, amidst the dimness of the hall, the tears that kept setting in motion, creating a distinct pathway down to her chin. Part of it which dripped, and becoming one with her light gown... Whereas, the rest, fell to the floors.
"We will talk about it tomorrow" he just made an assurance and hoped to be a man of his words. Since, so often, things kept popping up.
Words on the streets, such as the killer who, still, had not been caught as well as the mere, petty troubles they faced in their own Kingdom.
And so they had to double their Kingdom's fortress.
"But right now your thoughts are messed up, scattered all over the place..."
Fionna made an effort to wipe the tears away, but
