In the dim light of the cavern, Noctis could make out your figure. You were hunched over the last dying embers of your fire. Your hood moved slightly and he could see the flicker of light reflected in your eyes.
“I thought I told you not to bring him here when it was time.” You murmured, loud enough for the King and his closest friends to hear, but not any louder than that. There was a rasp in your voice that hadn’t been there the last time Noctis had seen you—over a decade ago, now.
“I think you’ve forgotten how persistent he can be.” Ignis spoke kindly, although he could feel how you had changed over the years. This darkness affected you more than anyone else and he knew part of you was scared.
You huffed in a sound that was nearly a chuckle. “My memory hasn’t been great. You’ll have to forgive me.”
Noctis took a careful step forward; he wasn’t afraid, but he was worried you might have been. “Let me see you—”
“—No.” You responded immediately, but calmly. “Go away.” These men had some kind of timing; you were about to leave for another patrol which was why the fire was about to die out. “You don’t want me around to sully your name.”
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