Erandur doesn't think much of it when he awakes and Deirdre had already gone. She usually woke early in the day to smith or practice her swordsmanship. He yawns, pulling the door to her room shut and balancing breakfast for two people between his arms and chest. He'd probably find her later in the day, chatting with Adrianne or saddling their horses for another long quest.
He spends the day wandering around Whiterun, admiring the city and inquiring about Deirdre. She could hardly go unnoticed as the Dragonborn and he tried to quell the unease that settled in his chest when the townsfolk said they hadn't seen her. He makes his way to the stables to see if she had decided to go alone. The thought of her leaving him behind stings a bit but he hopes she had thought to at least take Lydia. After all, dragons were easier to fight with a companion.
Both horses, Brenna and Vavren, are in the stables munching on the apples Jervar feeds them.
"Has Deirdre been here?" Erandur asks. Brenna's tail wags at the name of her master. Jervar shakes his head.
"Haven't seen her since yesterday," he answers. Erandur nods, eyeing the horses before making his way back to Breezehome.
He gets there just after Lydia does. He sees her walk up the stairs and she immediately opens the door to Deirdre's room. He follows her and looks over her shoulder, expecting to see her sitting on her bed reading a book. But all he sees are the mussed sheets he saw this morning, bed empty of its occupant.
"You didn't find anything either, did you?" Lydia asks.
"No," he says. "I didn't. "
