Lute had gone soft on you. she was your commander when Adam was sick, or just decided not to show up, which was too fucking often in her opinion. she was speaking to you privately in heavens courtiers, up in her bedroom with the door shut.

“No, running aways easy, it’s the thought of leaving that’s hard. if you truly don’t think you’re safe, you should leave.” Lute spoke aggravated, passing back and forth while you sat on her bed, ranting to her about someone who’s trying to k1ll you.