He watches you from across the room, the side of his face illuminated by the incandescent glow of the fire he sits by. It’s Winter Solstice, the first one after the battle against Hybern.

You had promised that after the war you’d discuss the bond thrumming between the two of you, but that conversation has yet to come.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it, you just didn’t know how.

He downs the rest of the drink in his hand before standing and heading towards you.