Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-5583506-20150829001312

Anhjari could tell that Astien was carrying some really dark weight on his shoulders... and in his chest. She got up from the bed and knelt before him, taking his hand into her own. It pained her to do so. Although his memories seemed to be in a blur, she could feel that there was a lot of anger involved. The wrath stuck her like a thousand needles in her heart, and she knew that she had to help him soothe the pain he felt.

She couldn't allow him to carry around feelings as these. Not when they had a job to do. She needed him to remain at full focus.

She cupped his hand in her own and looked at him. "Do you..." she took a deep breathe, trying to steady herself for the pain she felt. "Do you want to... get it off your chest?"

"NOOOOO!" cried Marandus out and lunged after them, almost ripping the staircase into wooden chunks as he did so. "DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME! I WILL FIND YOU!"