There was still time. The clock was ticking, but it was ticking.

Halsin stared up at the moon, the same one he spent many nights under with you by his side, while the refugees sought asylum in Sylvanus' grove. He'd have it no other way, for the balance and safety of nature compelled him.

Though with the Tieflings there or not, the moon still shone. You, with him or not, the moon still shone, this he told you two moons ago. Whatever nonsense going on between you, the end of it was long overdue, he said, too. There was still time to make it right, as it wasn't until dawn the refugees would be begin their trek to Baldur's Gate.

Halsin continued to stare, reflecting before Selûne. He was wrong, he knew this, for forcing you away from the grove (more importantly, from him) to go with the rest of the refugees for your "safety."

He would call for you and you would not be there to answer, he'd look to you and you would not be there for him to see. You pleaded with him but he was too stubborn to listen to, what he had considered, melodramatics.

Even now, he hesitated and most likely would continue to long after you're gone. The druid, in his form of a bear, listened for any threats around him but there were none. Not a single soul for miles possibly, just himself in a clearing surrounded by trees and bushes that for once failed to fill him with a sense of peace, of balance. You pleaded with him, he pleads himself, now nature was getting involved and her call he could not ignore.

But, too ashamed to show his face to you and at the Tiefling's party, Halsin found himself incapable of anything but staring. That and hoping you'd hear his silent call and seek him out, to be braver than he was. To do what he found himself too scared to.

The clock was ticking and it would continue to tick, whether he went to you or not. Like the two hands, the moon would also continue to shine, just as it would endlessly punish him for his cowardice.