Merry Christmas everyone! I hope everyone is having a restful holiday, regardless of what you celebrate. ^^

By the time we caught up to the manor, Jude and Keegan had already brought Milla upstairs. Elize was curled up on the steps of a raised platform in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. Driselle, meanwhile, was pacing the length of the room, twisting her hands together. She lifted her head when we entered.

"You made it back," she said, but her voice was surprisingly weak. Her skin was pale, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead.

"How is she?" I asked, jerking my head towards the upper floor.

"The doctor is with her now."

No one had spoken much on the walk back to the manor. Rowen and Alvin had both been far too alert to concern themselves with any sort of long winded explanation. Now, I bounced expectantly on my heels.

"There was an...altercation with King Nachtigal," Rowen said, turning to face me. His tone was grave - I got the impression he was choosing his words with careful precision.

"The guy's a beast," Alvin said with a sigh. He crossed the room and leaned his weight against the wall. "Milla couldn't even land a scratch on him. He caught her sword and flung her like a rag doll."

Elize flinched.

"Is that how her legs ended up like that?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice. "Nachtigal did that to her?"

Rowen shook his head, gesturing to his ankle.

"It was part of the security system put into place at the fortress - shackles that explode when a prisoner crosses into a forbidden area. We deactivated the system, but I am afraid we were too slow."

"Milla jumped right through," said Elize. Her voice trembled. "She flung herself through the hex zone to stop that scary man."

"She's crazy," I muttered, shaking my head. Tears pricked my eyes. What was the point of it all? To stop Nachtigal? She hadn't even succeeded, and now… "And Nachtigal?"

"He escaped." Rowen's eyes grew dark.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs caught our attention. Keegan calmly approached us, his face as unreadable as ever. Driselle gravitated to his side, clasping her hands under her chin.

"Well?"

"It could be a while. Nigel and that kid are still working on her."

"Jude," I corrected.

"Right," he said, lips twitching slightly. "Jude. You weren't lying - that kid is a damn good healer. I don't know how things are going to turn out, but she'd be dead by now for sure if not for him."

"Mr. Gamble…" Driselle frowned, her eyes darting to Elize. The poor girl was staring at Keegan with a terrified look on her face. She clutched Teepo with white knuckles. "Maybe you could soften your words a bit. Poor Elize here has had a rough go of it."

So have you, I wanted to say, but Keegan had crossed the room and was crouching in front of Elize before I had the chance to open my mouth. He offered her a surprisingly warm smile.

"You're Elize?"

She nodded silently.

"I hear your spirit artes really helped keep my sister safe on her journey here. I wanted to thank you." He held his hand out in as gentle of a motion as he could. "Most people call me Gamble. You can call me Keegan, if you'd like."

There was a mild, collective sound of surprise from everyone in the room. Driselle let out a light gasp, staring at Keegan with wide eyes.

"Hey…" I moved closer to him and nudged him with my leg. My throat tightened nervously, though I couldn't say why. "Is that...are you sure you can…"

"It's fine," he said calmly. "If you trust everyone here, then so do I. Besides, it doesn't really matter anymore."

Elize, meanwhile, was warily eyeing his outstretched hand. Teepo wiggled out from her arms and menacingly scrunched his face up at Keegan.

"You're not even Maggie's real brother!"

Keegan looked startled at first, but once he got over that initial shock that Teepo brought out in everyone, he remembered to be annoyed at me. His jaw locked. When he looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I shrugged in response.

"I'm sorry, dude. Long story. You can go ahead and blame Alvin - it's his fault our story got all screwed up."

Alvin frowned, his tone growing defensive.

"Hey, I said - "

"Not by blood," Keegan finally said in response to Teepo, effectively shutting Alvin up. "But I'm sure you know that Maggie and I have been through some pretty scary stuff together. Our histories are intertwined. We might as well be related by blood. Family comes in all shapes, you know?"

His words gave me goosebumps. A muffled, emotional sound escaped my throat and I gave him another awkward nudge. He smirked in response. Jerk.

"Teepo is my family," Elize said quietly. She hesitantly slipped her hand into his, shaking it once before wrapping the arm back around her knees. "I understand."

A choked sob cut through the room. Driselle immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, whipping around so her back was to us all. When she spoke, her voice was a barely controlled whisper.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's come over me."

I almost started crying too. How heartless, I realized, for us to be speaking of brothers and family when Driselle had just lost the only family she had left. In all the chaos, I'd somehow forgotten. I'd been worried before about who was going to break the news to her, but judging by her reaction she'd already somehow discovered the truth. My heart ached for her.

"Lady Driselle," said Rowen, his own voice tight with emotion. "Perhaps it would be best if I escorted you back to your chambers. These past few days have been trying for us all. The rest would do you well."

She nodded. I could see her hastily wipe at her eyes.

"Yes. Thank you, Rowen. I-I'm sorry everyone."

"Driselle, it's okay," I said softly, shaking my head at the apology.

Keegan stood, moving to stand beside Driselle. He gently touched her arm and bent to whisper something in her ear. She gripped his hand in response, a small tremor shaking her frame. Then she was gone, hurrying up the stairs with Rowen briskly following.

"God," I muttered, wiping at my own cheeks with my sleeve. I realized I was still wearing Keegan's sweater. I watched the tears settle into the wool."I'm guessing she found out somehow in the fortress?"

Elize nodded, burying her face into Teepo's fur.

"That's a rough deal," said Alvin with a heavy sigh. "I'm sure she thought getting thrown into a prison cell was the worst thing she'd have to deal with in one day."

"Driselle is strong," said Keegan. His eyes hadn't left the direction she'd gone. "I just worry she'll try to shoulder this on her own."

"She's been through a lot for her age," Alvin agreed. "I'm sure grieving is second nature to her at this point."

It was then that Keegan fully noticed Alvin, who was still casually leaning against the wall. Keegan's eyes narrowed as he sized him up. Alvin simply looked bored, but I knew he was probably doing the same.

"And so you must be the mercenary," said Keegan. "I guess I have you to thank for Maggie's safe return."

"Nah," said Alvin, waving his hand. He sent a wink in my direction."This kid's got some battle chops of her own, thanks to yours truly. She would probably have been fine on her own."

Keegan barely registered his words.

"Have I seen you around town? You look familiar."

"I make it to these parts every now and then," Alvin said with a shrug. "I've definitely darkened the doorway of your famous shop more than once. Plus, who could forget these stunning looks of mine?" He flashed a grin, but it felt completely soulless. I frowned, watching the scene with a growing unease that I was somehow missing something. I felt prompted to stand between them for some reason, and I shifted my stance in an effort to fill the space.

"Must be it," said Keegan. His lips were pulled together, like Alvin was some sort of puzzle he was trying to solve. I wanted to tell him not to bother.

"We actually owe Alvin some money," I said, in hopes to lighten the mood. "Despite what he says, I wouldn't have made it back alive if it weren't for him."

"Oh, that." Alvin shrugged. "I'd almost forgotten. We've gotten so close it didn't feel like work at all."

"I don't have to pay you-"

"I said almost. Cute joke, kid."

Keegan watched the interaction, his brow furrowed.

I opened my mouth for a retort but was silenced by Elize jumping up and running towards the stairs. Nigel was making a brisk descent, with Jude sluggishly following behind him. They both looked drained.

"Jude!" said Elize, hurrying to his side. "How's Milla?"

Jude blinked slowly, clenching his jaw. He turned his head in her direction, but his amber eyes, dull and unfocused, stared right through her.

"She was fortunate to have someone with medical expertise nearby," said Nigel. He ran a hand through his beard before smiling down at Elize. "Your healing artes were a real boon. They helped stop the hemorrhaging."

"Oh," I said. It felt as though my whole body would deflate and crumble. Relief flooded through me. "That's good, right?"

"Yes, but she's lost a great deal of strength. These next few hours will be crucial." He scanned the room, taking in the heavy energy. "Get some rest, everyone. Spending all your energy worrying won't help her get better. I'll take good of her."

Jude finally shook free of his daze, turning a concerned look towards Nigel.

"Shouldn't you rest as well, doctor? Between the townspeople and this, you've been using spirit artes for days. You must be exhausted".

"Now, hold on a second," said Nigel. "I could say the same of you - "

"The young man can handle this," Rowen kindly interjected, shaking his head. "Please, doctor, follow me."

"Fine. A short rest won't hurt." He shook his finger at Jude. "But I expect you to do the same when you're able. I don't want you burning yourself out. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Nigel followed Rowen down the hall. The mere mention of rest made me suddenly exhausted. I watched them go, stifling a yawn.

"Is everything going to be okay?"

Elize's voice, small and afraid, cut through my heart. She was staring up at Jude with wide eyes, her lip trembling. Even Teepo looked on the verge of tears - if such a thing was possible. He cowered behind Elize.

"Milla's going to die?"

"Hey," I said, crouching down beside Elize and taking her delicate hands into mine. "Don't worry. You guys make a great team. Thanks to you, she'll get better in no time. Right Jude?"

He locked eyes with me, looking imperceptibly on the verge of panic. After a long pause, he bowed his head, staring resolutely at his hands.

"Milla will pull through. I'm sure of it." It felt more like he was saying it to himself than anyone else. He let his own words sit for a moment longer before smiling at us. "You all should get some rest too. Dr. Laplin was right - there's no sense exhausting ourselves with worry."

But Elize shook her head. "I want to help too, if it's okay with you."

"Oh, I…"

"That's a great idea, Elize," said Keegan. "Between you and Jude, I'm sure Milla is in good hands. We wouldn't want Jude to tire himself out, would we?"

"No," I said firmly, "we wouldn't."

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in surrender. "Come on, Elize. I'll bring you up to speed."

Her face brightened. The two headed upstairs, leaving Keegan, Alvin and me alone. I sighed, dropping down onto the steps where Elize had been sitting. Alvin was still leaning against the wall, tapping his fingers against his crossed arms. I gave him a curious look.

"I still don't really understand what happened. I feel like you guys were leaving stuff out because Elize was here."

"You got the gist of it. Nachtigal knew the Sharils were 'conspiring against the throne', so he took Driselle prisoner."

"And we obviously know why he wanted Milla out of the way…" I rested my chin in my hands, glancing at the staircase. "But why Elize? Did she just get caught in the crossfire?"

"They were doing some kind of weird experiment on Teepo when we showed up," Alvin replied. "The spud was out of commission for a while. Seemed to mess with Elize's spirit artes."

"So that toy helps her with her channeling," said Keegan, thoughtfully scratching his chin. "I was wondering what the story was there. From what you've told me, her channelling ability is remarkable for a girl her age."

"It really is," I said, as if I had any authority on the subject. "And she doesn't even know why. No teacher to speak of, no...crazy origin story or anything. It's no wonder Gilland wanted to get a hold of Teepo-"

I'd barely muttered those last words before Alvin snapped his head up.

"What did you say?"

"Huh?" I blinked, looking wildly from Keegan to Alvin. "What? What'd I say? That's the scary guy who works for Nachtigal, right? Isn't it?"

"That's correct," said Keegan, giving me a cautious look. He carefully trailed his gaze towards Alvin. "Is there a problem?"

"Nah." After a moment, Alvin's posture relaxed. "I'm just messing with you."

"Your mood swings are going to give me fucking whiplash one of these days," I muttered with a scowl.

"If you ever need a neck massage, I'd be happy to help work out those kinks for you." He pushed off from the wall, reaching out to ruffle my hair as he walked past me. I ducked out of the way, face burning.

"Shut up. Where are you going?"

"This sort of thing isn't my specialty." He gestured to our surroundings. "I'm gonna turn in."

"You're not staying here?"

"Don't think I could sleep in air so heavy."

I shuddered. He definitely wasn't wrong.

"I'll catch you later." He gave us a short, two-finger wave before heading out the door.

Keegan watched him go, a sour expression on his face. The minute the door closed, Keegan said, in a clipped tone, "I don't like that guy."

"It's fine," I said. "Alvin is something of an acquired taste. I'd be more surprised if you said you did like him."

Keegan said nothing. Now that the room had emptied, his shoulders slumped. He seemed to release any tension he'd been keeping coiled up in his muscles. I patted the floor beside me and, to my surprise, he actually complied. Even sitting side by side like this, our height difference was painfully obvious.

"Thanks for bringing them back here," I said quietly. "I was so worried. The fact that someone could get the best of Milla like that, I…" My throat constricted with fear.

"I get it. It was no trouble." He watched me carefully for a moment before turning his gaze towards the ceiling. "I see what you mean now, about Jude. He seems like a good kid. I'm glad you met him."

"Me too." With the agreement came the feeling that my heart would shatter in two. I couldn't even imagine how Jude had to be feeling right now. From there, my thoughts quickly started snowballing into a mass of panic. I felt selfish for thinking about it, but all the same the thought arose - who's going to stop Nachtigal now? What will happen to this world?

"And Elize is a curious one," Keegan went on. He was either oblivious to my panic or he was purposefully ignoring it. "How did you meet her?"

"In Hamil," I replied. "She was being locked up in a cellar by some huge, crazy guy with a hammer. The villagers were horrible to her. Jude and I agreed it would be better to take her with us, see if we could find her a better home."

The gears in his head seemed to shift at my words, but he didn't reply right away. In the end, he simply smiled and said, "She seems pretty at home in your group, if you ask me."

"Yeah…" I let out a small sigh. "I agree. Jude's original plan was to just...drop her off here, I guess. And then go on and save the world with Milla. But now…"

"Now, the two nations will likely go to war," said Keegan. "It's horrible, but nations back home go to war all the time. And on Earth, there are no mystical heroes like Milla. People just have to deal with the aftermath."

He was right. But why did this feel so different? Why did politics fade so far into the background for me when it came to my real, everyday life, and yet I felt like this conflict would swallow me whole? What if Milla didn't get better? Was there nothing we could do?

"Hey Keegan," I said, a thought occurring to me. "What about Auj Oule? It has a king too, right?"

"King Gaius," he replied. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Well, what's he like? Is he any match for Nachtigal?"

"Hm." He considered it a moment. "He certainly is formidable. The whole reason Auj Oule exists is because Gaius was able to unite countless warring tribes. He has his own personal guard that might as well be an army in itself - four powerful warriors. Plus his regular army. Normally, it would certainly be quite the match, but…"

"But what?" I could feel myself getting amped up. I gripped his knee and excitedly shook his leg. "You're this powerful merchant, right? Can't you pull some strings and get a meeting with him? I mean he probably already knows all this stuff is going on, but probably not to the extent he could. If we like...warned him, and then-"

"And then what?" He looked vaguely annoyed for a split second before catching it and calming his expression. "Look, I get what you're saying. It's not a bad plan. And if this were a normal war, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be worried. But if these were normal circumstances, Nachigal wouldn't dare face off against Gaius because he knows he wouldn't stand a chance. It's that weapon you mentioned that really worries me, not to mention the fact that he's working with Exodus, and they probably have access to all kinds of dangerous technology."

Each word out of his mouth crushed my spirits more and more. I bit my lip, fighting to keep my tone even.

"Keegan, you know more about this world than I do. I get it. But we have to do something."

"You don't have to do anything. All you have to do is worry about getting home. None of these problems are going to affect you soon. Stop wasting your energy."

"What?" I was on my feet before I knew it, standing over him with a glowering expression. "How can you say that? You've lived here for ten years. You have a life here. You're fine with letting some asshole blow it all to pieces? And even if you were in my shoes, and you'd only been here for a few months - these are still real people, Keegan."

"And you're telling me that if it was between saving this world or going home, you would choose this world?"

I clamped my mouth shut. His sharp words cut through anything else I might have said. It was then that I realized how stupid I sounded. It was so easy for me to talk big and make elaborate plans. But he was right. More than anything, I wanted to go home. I would gladly forget all of these people I'd met if it meant I could be home safe again.

Wouldn't I? Despite that thought, I still felt pushed to weakly argue.

"For all we know, we're never getting home if we don't stop Elias. And even if we do find a way, who's to say he won't just try it again? People are going to keep suffering. If he's working with Nachtigal in some way then helping Milla stop him is our best chance. Our only chance."

He stared at me, looking more and more exhausted by the second. He ran a hand down his face and turned his head away from me. Frustration built in my throat. Why was he being so stubborn? He was noble enough to save a girl he'd never met before just because he'd been through the same thing, but his bravery ended there? He was just going to sit back and let this world destroy itself?

"Keegan," I said softly. "I'm only saying this because I know you have the power to help. What Elias did to you sucks, but it also changed you. It made you strong. And don't you owe it to us both to try and do something worthwhile with that?"

Any response he might have made was interrupted by somebody lightly clearing their throat. Rowen stood at the foot of the stairs, his hands folded behind his back. My heart pounded in my ears. How long had he been there?

"Rowen," said Keegan, standing. It was an art, the way he was able to completely wipe his face clean of emotion. He moved past me, taking the remnants of our argument with him. "How is she?"

"Utterly exhausted," Rowen replied. His facial muscles were tight as he spoke. "She is surprisingly calm, given the circumstances. Though I fear she is waiting until she is alone to let her emotions fully show."

"I'm so sorry," I said, roughly shaking my head. "This is all so messed up."

"Yes, well…" Rowen cleared his throat. "I am just utterly thankful that the young madam is safe."

"What's going to happen?" Keegan asked, business as usual. "To the city. Will Driselle take over Cline's duties?"

"I would imagine so," said Rowen. "She seems far too young for such grand responsibilities, though I know she is the same age as the young master was when he took on the role."

"I think Driselle will make a great governor," I said with a smile. I stumbled on the last word, though, feeling flustered. "Ah, governess?"

"I agree with you," said Rowen. He returned the smile. It looked so effortless, though I imagined he was fighting through a lot of pain just for that one smile. "However, these are matters that will be handled in the coming days. For now, might I prepare refreshments?"

"You should be resting," Keegan said sternly. "You haven't slept since yesterday morning, have you?"

"I've gone longer without sleep, though I appreciate your concern. I don't think I would be able to, given the current situation."

Just like Alvin said.

"Well," I said, crossing my arms. "At least let me help you. You might not want to sleep, but that doesn't mean it'd be right for you to wait on us. Let's go to the kitchen. Give me a crash course and I'll do as much as I can." I nodded towards the upper floor. "Jude and Elize will probably want something to eat too, right? A-And maybe Driselle. I don't know about Alvin, he left a few minutes ago, but…"

"Quit your rambling," Keegan said with a sigh. He lightly clapped me on the back. "I'll help too. Let's go."

We let Rowen lead the way to the kitchen. It was smaller than I was expecting, but just as grandly designed as the rest of the manor. A large island counter sat in the middle of the room, lined with tall bar stools and topped with baskets and baskets of fresh fruit. The far wall was set with counters and a huge, old-fashioned iron stove. Various ingredients hung from any available surface - herbs, dried meats, vegetables.

Rowen moved to the oven. A small channeling circle glowed beneath him as he lit the burners. I gulped, watching him. Yep. Definitely can't do that. A kettle sat on the counter nearest to me. Filling it with water was something I could at least accomplish without magic. I grabbed it and brought it over to the sink.

We spent the next little while helping Rowen in the kitchen. It was decided that a hearty stew would be easiest for the amount of people we were feeding. Keegan took on the bulk of the work, preparing the meat and handing out directions to Rowen and me. In the end, Rowen and I wound up sitting across the island from each other, peeling vegetables. The repetitive work was actually kind of relaxing, especially on my troubled mind. I was glad - I was sure Rowen felt the same, as he performed the task with a serene smile.

"Maggie tells me our little story went up in smoke." Keegan's voice broke what had been a long silence. Both the words and the nature of them sent my heart racing. I put down the knife I was holding, knowing that working it with shaking hands would be asking for trouble.

"Unfortunately, that is the case," said Rowen. "But in the end, it was for the best. Lord Cline was able to learn of the atrocities being performed on his people. I know not of where the two of you truly hail from, but you've proven yourselves to be friends to this city. I would make the argument that, because of that, you've earned the right to keep some things to yourselves."

"I'm sorry," I said, hanging my head. His words were kind, but the guilt they brought made my stomach churn. "If it was simple to tell you, then of course I would, but…"

"I can't say I'm not curious," he said with a small chuckle. "Your little 'family' is certainly wrapped in intrigue. But I'm no stranger to wishing to keep some things private."

"I appreciate it," said Keegan, his voice strained. I could tell he wasn't happy with how things had turned out. After all, he'd built all these secrets as protection. Even if he didn't technically need it anymore, it still must have been hard to watch it unravel.

"Anyway! Is this enough potatoes?" I asked loudly, giving my bowl a shake. This was enough to coax a laugh out of the two of them, and the tense moment was buried.

Not that it helped, in the long run. No matter how many small smiles or laughs we were able to achieve, there was a heavy air blanketing the manor. It wouldn't start to lift until Milla woke up, and even then I knew that Cline's absence had caused a permanent hole that nothing would be able to fill.

We finished supper as the sun was starting to set. Rowen went to check on Driselle, while I made my way up to the room Milla was staying in to check on Jude and Elize. I tapped lightly on the door before opening it a crack.

"Jude?"

He glanced up. A chair was pulled up to the bedside, and he was hunched over it, elbows resting on his knees. A weary smile crossed his face and he stood to greet me.

"Hey. How's it going? I haven't really had a chance to talk to you since we got back."

"Why would you even ask that? I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'll be okay," he said. I decided not to comment on how completely dead he looked and sounded. He glanced over his shoulder at Milla. I tried not to follow his gaze. Seeing her so powerless made me uncomfortable. If I kept her body at the corner of my vision, it was easy to pretend she was sleeping peacefully. "And I need to get a second opinion from Doctor Laplin, but I really think the worst is over. She's breathing normally again."

"Really?" My lips pulled into a giddy smile. "That's great news." I noticed then that he was alone in the room. "Where's Elize?"

"She's asleep," he said with a laugh. "She helped quite a bit with her spirit artes, but after everything she's been through…"

"She's exhausted," I finished. "I would imagine. Well, let's her sleep. While you're waiting for Nigel, why don't you come grab something to eat? We made some stew for everybody."

"We?"

"Me, Rowen, and Keegan."

"Keegan…" His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I'm not sure what I imagined your brother to be like, but...he's certainly something."

My lips twitched. "Is that a good thing?"

"Oh!" His cheeks flushed as he realized what he'd said. "Y-Yeah, it is. I guess I just mean I'm impressed. I know you said he was the 'Great Merchant Gamble', but that didn't really sink in until I met him."

"Hey," I said, lightly punching his arm. "Guess what? He was really impressed by you, too."

His cheeks flushed even further. "Really?"

"Yep! And I don't blame him! You're pretty amazing."

"Are you trying to embarass me on purpose?"

"Yep!" I slung an arm around his shoulders. Days of toil and heartache built up in my throat and I wanted nothing more than to wrap him in a comforting hug. I didn't want to risk ruining the light mood. "Now, come eat. Starving yourself isn't going to help matters at all."

"You're right," he said with a sigh. He shrugged away from my arm. "But you're behaving suspiciously like Alvin."

"That's just your stomach talking! That means we need to hurry."

I was finally able to drag him out of the room. We made our way down to the kitchen, and I noticed his spirits had brightened considerably. The feeling was contagious. Knowing Milla wasn't on the verge of death was a huge load off my shoulders. She'd obviously need time to recover, but I felt my fears from earlier slipping away. It would be hard, but there was still a chance she could stop Nachtigal.

I shook the thought loose from my head. It hit me that I was thinking about this so selfishly. Milla was my friend, wasn't she? That term felt weird to apply to someone like her, but we'd spent enough time together that I realized if something horrible had truly happened to her, I would be sad. I wasn't just happy because she could stop Nachtigal.

I was happy I'd be able to speak to her again.

Keegan nodded at us as we entered the kitchen. Rowen had returned, but Driselle was nowhere to be seen. That fact sent my mood plummeting again. She was probably too sad, too drained to even think about eating.

"I'll try to get her to eat something later," Keegan said when he saw my expression. "Rowen and I both agree she'll have a hard time saying no to me."

"Huh," I said, biting back a smile. "I wonder why that would be."

Rowen chuckled while Keegan responded by clenching his jaw. As I suspected, he wasn't as easy to rile up when he was sober. Jude simply glanced between the three of us, looking lost.

"Anyway," Keegan said sharply. "Where's the kid? I figured she'd be hungry after using spirit artes all day."

"We're letting her sleep for now," Jude replied. "I practically had to carry her to her room." He frowned slightly as he searched the room. "Where's Alvin?"

"Who knows?" I dismissively waved my hand. "I think he headed to the inn to drink away his worries or something. We can go look for him after if you want."

The look on his face said everything.

"Alright then," I said, clapping my hands together. "Any other loose ends? I'm dying to taste the fruits of our labour."

Keegan shook his head. "Please, dig in."

After supper Jude headed back upstairs to check on Milla. I had only just settled onto the sofa in the foyer when he made a brisk descent down the stairs, pulling his blue jacket on and fastening the various clasps and buttons. He paused when he reached the bottom, jerking his head towards the door.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Hm? Where are you going?"

"To tell Alvin the good news," he said, awkwardly scratching at the back of his head. "If he's really drinking away his sorrows like you said, I'd like to give him a reason to not go too overboard."

"Oh." I giggled, standing and stretching my arms over my head. "Good point. Yeah, we should probably stop him before he gives us a whole new disaster to deal with."

The sky was quickly turning orange as we made our way through the city. The streets were quiet, and the lack of people as we walked left a bad taste in my mouth. Sharilton had been so peaceful when we first arrived. I couldn't help but think that this was our fault, that we'd brought despair to this town like a plague.

Just like Hamil.

I could tell by Jude's slumped posture that he felt the same. Neither of us brought it up, but if it was eating away at me like this, I only imagined how Jude was feeling. We walked to the inn in silence, only speaking when we reached the front doors.

"Let's hope we're not walking into a shitshow," I muttered in an effort to lighten the mood. Jude responded with a halfhearted smile, and we entered.

To my surprise, we found Alvin in the main lobby. He was leaning against a half-wall that sectioned off the lobby's sitting area. In front of him was a girl with short brown hair, a saffron kerchief tied around her neck. His lips were drawn into a tight line as she spoke, arms crossed across his chest.

"Looks like a fun convo," I whispered. I grabbed Jude's arm, pulling him back. "I feel like we shouldn't interrupt. Maybe - "

But Alvin had already caught my gaze, his expression shifting. Briefly, it was as if he wasn't happy to see us; his frown deepened, his fingers clenching against his sleeve. The woman noticed the change and whirled around, looking between Jude and me with narrowed eyes. She offered a final look in Alvin's direction before briskly walking towards us, practically slamming into Jude in her attempts to make it out the door.

Jude looked startled, but he quickly shook it off in favor of hurrying over to Alvin. I cautiously trailed behind. Alvin's face brightened once we were standing in front of him, but it looked the slightest bit strained.

"Alvin! Good news - "

"I know," Alvin interrupted, his eyes locked to the floor. "She's out of the woods, right?"

Jude blinked. "Er, yeah. How did you know?"

"It's written all over your face." He met Jude's eyes briefly before uncrossing his arms and pushing off from the partition. He gazed around the room, that strange look never leaving his eyes. "Hey, have you guys ever heard what folks call this city?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows, the action causing a dull ache to form behind my eyes. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he had been drinking. He was acting weird enough. "Can you quit changing the subject? I thought you'd be happier to hear the news."

"'The City of Hails and Farewells'," he said, without even acknowledging I'd spoken. "It's a waypoint for travelers. They stock up on supplies here before heading out. And people returning from a journey unload their surplus supplies here." He wouldn't look at either of us as he spoke. His eyes had found the fireplace at the far end of the room and he stared fixedly at its embers. I felt an odd lump forming in my throat. "Gamble had the right idea, opening a trade business in a spot like this. I personally couldn't have picked a better place."

"What do you mean?" Jude asked. He'd been watching Alvin carefully the whole time but at this final statement his eyes dropped as he tried to decipher the statement.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked Alvin, giving him a light shove. "You're being weird."

Finally, he met my eyes, a wry smile beginning to form. The look only lasted a moment before he shifted his attention to Jude.

"That woman I was chatting with. She's my new employer."

There was a beat of silence as his words sank in. Jude's mouth hung open, lips moving wordlessly as he fought for something to say. New employer? It made sense, didn't it? His whole job was finding the highest bidder for his services. Still, I'd just kind of been working under the assumption that he'd be continuing on with Jude and Milla.

"Oh," was all I could muster. I gave him a questioning look, but he skillfully avoided it.

"What do you mean?" Jude finally managed, giving his head a shake. "You're bailing on us?"

Alvin gave a small shrug, turning his back and taking a few strides towards the door.

"Why risk my life on someone else's suicide run? That's no way for a mercenary to make a living."

Gears were clicking into place. It made sense now, the vagueness of his answer when I asked about his plans. He'd already made up his mind. I wasn't really surprised. He was right - Alvin really wasn't the type to risk his life for nothing in return. He was kind - sort of - but he wasn't stupid.

"Milla's just trying to complete her mission," Jude protested.

Alvin visibly bristled, scratching the back of his head with an agitated jerk of his hand. When he turned, his face was blank, save for that signature grin of his. His voice was light and casual when he spoke.

"What about my mission? Any idea what it might be?"

"What?" Jude recoiled slightly, confusion pulling his lips into a frown. "How should I know?"

"I don't know either," said Alvin, crossing his arms. He met my eyes then and quirked an eyebrow. "Does anybody? How many people do you know that have a mission in life? One they're willing to risk their lives for? What's your mission, kid?"

His challenge was directed at Jude, but as he spoke there was a silent understanding hanging in the air between the two of us. Whatever he was getting at, I found it just out of my reach. Jude fumbled with his words, the tension snowballing into something I couldn't comprehend.

"I just want to help Milla," Jude finally said. "That's all."

There was such determination on Jude's face as he said it. On the surface it could have been an epic declaration of steel will. But I saw through it, and so did Alvin - the decree was hollow. The calm passion Milla displayed when talking about her mission was a forest fire compared to Jude's feeble spark.

"Fine," said Alvin at last with a lighthearted shrug. "Nothing wrong with that."

"You could help her too," said Jude, desperation hinting in his tone.

Alvin tongued the inside of his cheek.

"I'll swing by to say goodbye before you all leave. Keep me in the loop." The pause Alvin took before his response was so small it was barely noticeable, but I caught it - the way he averted his gaze and immediately began heading towards the door.

"Alvin," I called after him, pulse thudding in my ears. "Where are-"

We locked eyes for a quick moment and then he was gone. Jude's hand hung in the air as he watched the door with a gaping mouth. I probably looked the same. There was a pit in my stomach, frozen and heavy.

"What was that all about?" I wondered aloud, chewing my lip.

Jude said nothing. When I turned to look at him, I found him hanging his head, staring at the palms of his gloves. My chest tightened. I wanted to offer some kind of explanation on Alvin's behalf, but that was an impossible task. Maybe I had more understanding of Alvin than most, but that didn't mean I could begin to wrap my head around his point of view.

In the end, all I could manage was lightly squeezing Jude's arm. When he looked at me I hit him with the warmest smile I could summon.

"Don't worry about him. He's probably just having one of his mood swings, you know? I'm sure he'll stop by to see us once he calms down."

"It's like he didn't even care Milla was okay..."

"That's…" I trailed off, letting a burst of air out through my nose. "I'm sure that's not true, Jude. You know Alvin - he's not big on sentimental stuff. He's probably happy, he just…"

"Can't process it," he finished. "Right." He stared off into space for a few more moments before nodding resolutely. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to get all mopey. It's been a rough couple of days."

"Oh yeah." I grinned, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. "The roughest. So let's not worry about Alvin of all people and go get some rest, okay?"

Finally, his face brightened. "Yeah. Let's go."

By the time we made it back to the manor, the moon was high in the sky. Nighttime in Sharilton cooled the streets considerably, and I was grateful for a reprieve from the sticky heat of the day. There was only so much relief the windmills could offer, especially having grown up in such a cold country.

Jude skidded to a halt as we reached the front steps. He nudged me, wildly motioning towards one of the second floor windows. It was open, warm light spilling out from inside. My heart fluttered.

"Hey, is that Milla's-"

But Jude was bounding up the front steps before I could finish speaking. I smiled to myself and calmly followed after him.

Keegan was standing by the stairs when I entered, looking vaguely stressed. I felt the smile slowly drop from my face. When I approached him, he took a step forward and urgently nudged me.

"You might wanna go after him."

"What?" My heart started pounding. "Why?"

He said nothing. It was then that I noticed Nigel, who was standing off to the side with Rowen speaking in hushed tones. Everything about the mood in the room gave me warning bells.

"Okay…" I nodded at Keegan and headed up the stairs. Jude had already run far ahead of me, disappearing down the hall. I was already walking at a brisk pace, but as I neared Milla's room I heard a loud thud against the carpet and the sound of Jude exclaiming in alarm.

"Milla!"

I rushed into the room to find Milla sprawled across the floor, dragging herself up by her elbows. Her legs, wrapped tightly all the way up to her thighs with clean bandages, lay limply behind her. Jude crouched at her side, grabbing either arm to keep her steady.

"Your legs…"

"Yes," she said, the grimace evident in her voice before she even lifted her head. I couldn't read her expression when she finally did. Her lips were pulled into a tight line. The fire in her eyes waned. "No tingling, no pain, no anything."

Jude held her at arm's length, his eyes glazing over as she spoke. A strangled sound came from his throat, like he was trying to speak but couldn't bear to release the words. I stood in the doorway and watched, feeling helpless. The realization of what she was saying hit us both at once, but neither of us could figure out how to react.

"Here," Jude said finally, looping his arms underneath hers and hoisting her up onto the bed. When he got her settled, she sat awkwardly. Her legs were draped against the side of the bed, looking twisted and unnatural. I swallowed and took a step closer.

"Jude," said Milla once she was settled, "where's my sword?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he admonished. "You have to rest."

"I have rested long enough. I must get to Fennmont."

Jude stared at her in stunned silence. I ran my teeth across my dry lips before speaking.

"You only just woke up, Milla," I said nervously. "How can you talk about going to Fennmont so soon when you almost…" I couldn't bear to say the reality of what had almost happened so I paused, collecting my thoughts. I had no clue how to handle such a delicate situation, especially when it felt like I was on the brink of intruding on a tense moment between Jude and Milla. "Jude's right. You need rest before you can even think about-"

"I'm afraid I have to disagree" she interrupted calmly, though I could sense something stirring beneath the surface. The fire in her eyes was sparking back to life, her steely tenacity building to a roar. "I can't let my injuries stop me from completing my mission."

"You're still going on about your mission?!" Jude exploded before I could get a word in. The leather of his gloves creaked with the force of his fists clenching. "That's all over now! Don't you get it?"

"What gives you the right to make that decision?"

"Decision?" He flung his hands up in exasperation. "Don't be stubborn. There is no 'choice' here! You don't have any strength left. You can't even walk, let alone wield a sword. You have to accept reality."

I'd never heard Jude sound so assertive, his frustration adding an authoritative gleam to his words. It would have been enough to stop me in my tracks, but Milla didn't back down. She stared up at him evenly, her expression never wavering.

"Jude," she said. "Do you remember the people of Hamil?"

"Huh?" He blinked, giving his head a confused shake.

"They were forced into a situation they didn't choose, and they didn't have the strength to fight against it."

"Well...yeah. Maybe things would have turned out differently for them if they were stronger." He pulled a face, like the words sat sour in his mouth. It was a harsh way of thinking, even if all those people did hate us.

"So what is strength, exactly?" Milla challenged. Her features hardened with resolve. "Is it something you wield to fend off attackers? Is it something you use to control the Four Great Spirits?"

"Milla-"

"Is it something that lets you walk on your own two legs?"

A pause. You could have heard a pin drop against the plush carpet.

"It's none of those things," she said finally. "Not real strength."

Jude stared at her, his hands falling helplessly to his sides. He turned and paced away from her, stopping once he reached my eyeline. The muscles in his jaw worked furiously. I softened my expression, hoping it offered him some shred of comfort. The feeling grew that I wasn't meant to be here but it was too late for me to turn and leave. I gave a small shrug and he sighed gently in response. Milla watched the whole exchange, never making a sound.

"You're just not going to give up, are you?" Jude said at last.

"I can't give up," said Milla. "My mission won't let me. I must keep moving forward."

"Milla…" I stared at her legs, trying to imagine the gnarled mess that might have been under the bandages before they healed. Would the skin scar? What use was magic and healing if stuff like this could still happen? Heart aching, I whispered, "Even if your body won't move at all?"

"That's who I am."

Jude let out an angry scoff, ducking his head and shoving past me as he ran from the room. My heart leapt into my throat.

"Jude!"

"Let him go," said Milla, with the faintest hint of strain. "He needs time to collect himself."

"Of course he does," I scoffed. The whole situation was sending my blood pressure through the roof, propelling me to dizzily pace around the room. "Honestly Milla, no offense, but I don't think you listen to yourself talk sometimes."

"Oh? How so?"

"Uh…" I pressed my eyelids closed. Heat crept up the back of my neck. Only now did I realize how harsh I'd sounded. Milla and I definitely didn't have the kind of relationship that called for brutal honesty. I exhaled, hesitantly moving to lower myself into the chair across from the bed.

"He's been really worried about you," I said softly. "We all have. You couldn't have maybe kept quiet about the whole mission thing?"

"I don't see the point in lying. Jude has known from the start how important my mission is. This shouldn't come as a surprise."

"But Milla you can't even -" I cut myself off, feeling flustered. I took another breath and tried again. "Milla...you can't even walk. How do you even expect to make it to Fennmont in your condition?"

"I'll find a way," she said simply. "If it comes down to it, I'll crawl if I must."

"Do you really think that's realistic?"

"It has to be. Nachtigal must be stopped. No matter the cost, I'll see that through - I'm the only one who can."

She never broke eye contact with me as we spoke. Pressure filled the room like a stormcloud. I didn't want to be the first one to look away but hopeless tears pricked at my eyes. No one was going to get through to her. If Jude hadn't been able to, even in his high temper, then why would I be able to? She wasn't sane - she wasn't even human. Reason wasn't a factor for her. She would calculate any odd, overcome any hurdle.

She was the Lord of Spirits.

A fucking god.

"Just give it a little more time," I pleaded, my voice wavering. "Please. For Jude."

She said nothing, turning her head away from me and casting her gaze at the floor. It gave me the only signal I needed - the conversation was over. I sniffed, smoothing out my skirt as I stood. I started crossing the room but as I made it halfway I was struck with something. Before I could stop myself I turned and hurried back to the bedside, crouching to fling my arms around Milla.

She let out a grunt of surprise. "Maggie?"

"I'm sorry," I said, fingers splayed across the bare skin of her back. My arms squeezed tighter as though acting on their own. "I really am glad you're okay. I don't know what any of us would have done if…" Still, the thought was too horrid to speak aloud. I untangled myself, stepping back and offering her a teary smile. "I'm just so relieved."

A faint flush coloured her cheeks, her lips parted in surprise. When she finally found her voice, it was accompanied by an all too rare smile.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Enough seconds had passed that my mind caught up with my body and I remembered to be embarrassed by my own boldness. I ducked my head and hurried from the room.

Keegan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs as I descended, looking very Alvin-esque as he leaned against the bannister with crossed arms. He pushed off as I approached, jerking his head towards the hallway.

"The kid came hurtling by here not too long ago. He looked pretty worked up."

"Uh, yeah…" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I shuddered when I realized how dry and oily it was - I was in desperate need of a shower. I wrapped my arms around my stomach. "Did you see where he went?"

"Out into the gardens, I think," he replied. "What happened up there?"

"Hm." Satisfied he hadn't run off into the city alone, I motioned towards the door. "Is it cool if we head back for the night? I can explain on the way. I need to shower and wash the last few days off of me."

He nodded. "Of course."

I paused as we headed towards the front door, glancing around the foyer.

"Where did everyone disappear to?"

"Bed, for the most part," he replied. "Driselle invited us back here tomorrow for brunch. She wanted me to tell you to pass along the invitation to Alvin, but I'm guessing you won't see him before then."

I remembered Alvin's weird behaviour at the inn, the way he'd practically stormed out. With everything that had just transpired with Milla, I'd forgotten all about it. I wondered how he'd feel now, knowing that Milla's mission had been derailed. Would he be relieved? Would I even see him again to find out?

"Definitely not," I said. "All of these Rieze Maxian men are so temperamental."

"Oh?" He quirked his eyebrow, on the verge of a rare smile. "Let's get going then. Tell me all about it."

"I still can't believe she's going to go through with it."

Keegan's voice carried into the bathroom from his spot in the kitchen. I studied my damp reflection in the steam-addled mirror, rolling my eyes.

"It makes no sense. How is she going to defeat a lunatic like Nachtigal when she can't even walk? I genuinely don't understand her thought process. Like...there's brave and then there's stupid."

I could hear the faint sound of Keegan snorting at my ranting.

"That's one way to put it."

I sighed and stepped out of the bathroom, shaking my fingers through the wet tangles of my hair. Keegan was puttering around in the kitchen. The sound of boiling water caught my ears.

"I'm making tea," he said. "Do you want a cup?"

"Sure." I crossed the room and flopped onto the couch, tucking my bare legs underneath me. All I wore was my haggard, battle-worn dress. Now that I wouldn't have to worry about lugging it all around the country with me, I was going to have to invest in a few new outfits - comfortable pajamas, for a start.

Keegan came to hand me my tea before settling into the armchair in the corner. I brought the mug to my lips and sniffed - not a scent I necessarily recognized. It was fruity and smoky at the same time. I absently sipped while staring into space.

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said."

I slowly blinked myself out of my daze and stared at him.

"Hm?"

"About...doing something." He didn't meet my eyes as he spoke. There was a strange rush of colour to his face - was he embarrassed? He picked absently at his cuticles. "I might have been a bit harsh."

"Oh…" I shrugged, seeking solace behind the rim of the mug. "It's…"

"You had a good point. I'm in a unique position. Not using my power to help would be selfish." He sighed shakily. The lack of stability to the movement unsettled me. "And part of me wants to be selfish. It's not fair that I'm here - that either of us are. And I put on a good show but I'm pissed as hell. Why should I do anything for this world?"

"Keegan…"

"That's what I want to say. But the truth is…" he turned, gazing out the window and out over the sleepy town. "I didn't consider that building a life here was possible until you threw it in my face like that. I didn't want to face the fact that I had because it would be making peace with the fact that I'd never be going home."

"But you still can," I said. "If we stop Elias and Exodus and the rest-"

He shook his head, a strange sort of smile crossing his lips.

"You can go home. I'm not so sure there's anything left for me there."

"What…?" My heart plummeted. Was he serious? It was so similar to his reaction back in Fennmont, the way he'd gone cold at the mention of home.

"My family, they…" The muscles in his jaw tensed ever so slightly. "Riall was as close to family as I ever got."

"Oh…" I didn't know what else to say. We had so much in common but that was something I could never even begin to process. I had a family who loved me. I had a sister I didn't speak to, but I knew that if it came down to it, she would be right there with the rest of my family, having my back in a heartbeat. I couldn't begin to imagine feeling like there was nothing to return to.

"So when all is said and done, you're going to stay here."

He nodded, that sad smile working its way back onto his face. He raised his mug to me before taking a small sip.

"That's right. But don't worry." And then he leaned forward, hands gripping the mug tightly as a determined glean shone in his eyes. "I would die fighting for your escape. I can promise you that. Whatever happens, you won't be trapped here."

"Keegan-"

"That's why I've made a decision."

I stilled, feeling an inexplicable fear creep up my throat.

"What?"

"I'm going to help Milla. If she's that determined to stop Nachtigal in the state she's in, then she's going to need an ally. I will gladly lend her my strength."

"Whoa." I slammed the mug down on the table and stood. "I knew Milla was crazy, but you? All that's going to accomplish is two dead friends instead of just one."

"I knew you'd say that." He actually had the nerve to wave a dismissive hand at me. "And I'm sure I can work out the details with her tomorrow. I'm not saying we're going to go in guns blazing, but -"

"Honestly," I muttered, shaking my head. "There must be something in the water here because you're all nuts. The lot of you. Now I really have to get home before I end up certifiably insane like you guys."

"Huh." He sat back in his chair, using his free hand to thoughtfully stroke his chin. "What's that saying about wyverns of a feather?"

"I don't know 'Great Merchant of Rashugal' you tell me. I'm not familiar with that one."

Keegan's declaration still left me feeling deeply unsettled, but we'd effectively stuck a pin in the subject for now. The short remainder of the night passed on with idle chat, until Keegan finished his tea and then snuffed the light from the lamps. When I settled into my pillow, I was asleep in minutes.

Despite my best efforts to stay tucked beneath the throw blanket, Keegan roused me awake the next morning. Heat permeated the apartment - it was going to be a warm day. I quickly dressed and pulled my hair up off of my neck with an elastic. Then we were off to the manor, without even a chance for a cup of coffee.

It wasn't as early as it felt. People already mingled the streets, looking a shade brighter than the day before. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Such a brilliant sun would lift anyone's spirits. My own were feeling considerably higher as we climbed the front steps of the manor.

Rowen was waiting for us in the foyer. He gave a swift bow, smiling in greeting. I felt awkward; I still had no clue what to do with my hands while being bowed at. In the end I opted for a polite nod.

"Good morning. I trust you slept well."

"That's my line," I said. "You've had a killer few days. Are you feeling alright?"

"Nonsense. I've been tenacious since birth." His smile faded to a slight frown as he searched the doorway behind us. "And no sign of Alvin?"

"Uh…" I shrugged. "I doubt he's coming. I haven't seen him since his weird little episode yesterday."

Rowen quirked a curious eyebrow but he didn't pry. He may not have known Alvin for very long, but it didn't take that long to get used to his eccentricities.

"Something smells good," said Keegan, effectively changing the subject.

"Of course," said Rowen. He swept his arm out towards the hallway to the dining room. "Right this way."

Keegan and I were, it appeared, the last to arrive. It made sense - everyone else was staying in the manor, after all. The dining table was grand in size but simple in design, though the place settings were made up with beautifully designed porcelain dishes. I didn't have to ask to know Driselle had picked them all out herself.

The others were all seated in the silk-upholstered chairs - even Milla. She looked completely normal sitting at the table like that. I didn't want to imagine the awkward maneuvering it took to transport her from her bed upstairs. The thought made me uncomfortable.

"The rest of our pals are here!" Teepo declared, bouncing up from Elize's spot at the table.

"Good morning," said Jude. The corners of his smile strained slightly as he looked from me to Keegan. "Is Alvin coming?"

"I didn't see him," I said apologetically while sliding into the seat across from him. "I'm sorry. But I'm sure he'll turn up at some point today. He loves bugging us too much, you know?"

"Yeah." He chuckled in response but there was something off about it. He glanced at Milla out of the corner of his eye.

I frowned, reaching to twirl a dessert spoon between my fingers. Fresh porange juice filled the crystal glasses in front of us. Rowen had vanished into the adjoining kitchen, likely readying the food to bring out. Keegan sat beside me, with Elize across from him and Driselle to his left at the head of the table.

"How are you feeling?" Keegan asked Driselle in a quiet, polite tone. The sound of it brought a smile to my lips.

"Much better," said Driselle. Her smile was thin, but it was there. "Thank you for all your help yesterday. It's...it's good to have you back in the city."

Elize watched the interaction with wide eyes. Teepo bounced on the table beside her, practically vibrating. When his mouth opened, I knew a loud, embarrassing comment was about to be made. I quickly took a sip of my juice and faked a coughing fit as dramatically as I could.

"You going to make it?" Keegan asked tensely. I simply gave him a serene smile.

After a few minutes of Rowen bringing out trays from the kitchen, it was time to eat. I practically drooled at the sight of it all. Since arriving in Rieze Maxia, I don't think I'd ever seen so much food in one of fruit piled the center of the table, while our own plates were loaded with fluffy eggs and thick cuts of rappig bacon. There were even kettles for tea and coffee, with small, porcelain dishes for cream and sugar cubes. I poured myself a coffee, sighing contentedly as I sweetened it to my heart's content.

When Rowen settled himself into the corner, Driselle frowned at him.

"Rowen...must we have this discussion every time? Please, sit and eat with us. You are our guest as well."

But he merely shook his head and smiled.

"I shall eat later. The parfait I had this morning left me quite sated."

Her eyes rolled past him to land on the empty seat at the head of the table. She swallowed, shaking off the sadness that had very suddenly gripped her.

"Very well. Please, dig in, everyone."

There was silence for a few moments as everyone took their first bites. Breakfast was always a meal that unlocked something deep and primal within me. I might have blacked out for a few moments as I chewed on the bacon, pure nirvana enveloping my senses.

And then Milla spoke and snapped me out of my reverie.

"Now that everyone is here, Jude and I have something we'd like to discuss with you all."

"Oh?" I took a sip of my coffee, carefully eying Jude. Was that why he seemed so off this morning? Had they reconvened after he ran off last night?

Jude nodded, his posture taking on a determined shift. He stared at his plate for a couple long moments before lifting his head.

"I remembered a story my father told me - about a man who'd lost the ability to walk. My father was actually able to help him use his legs again. So I thought…"

"Really?" My heart fluttered in excitement. "But that's great! You think it will really work?"

"That would certainly make it easier for you to complete that mission of yours," said Keegan, looking at Milla. "So the two of you will make for Jude's hometown, I take it?"

"Leronde," said Jude. "Yeah. We...we actually plan on leaving this afternoon. Driselle, I was hoping you could help us out with a horse, since…"

"Oh!" Driselle had just taken a dainty bite, swallowing a bit too forcefully. She cleared her throat, placing her fingers to her lips. "Of course I can. But…"

"It's soon," Keegan finished before she could, with a forcefulness she likely couldn't manage. "Less than a day ago we weren't even sure Milla was going to survive. She needs to rest before the two of you go gallivanting off to Leronde."

"I appreciate the concern, but it isn't necessary," Milla said calmly. "Sitting around and waiting for strength that isn't going to come is a waste of precious time. The sooner I get my legs fixed, the sooner I can stop Nachtigal."

A broken record, I thought drily. The same frustration I'd felt the night before came creeping back. I tapped the side of my coffee cup, trying to find my words.

"I get that Milla, but…"

"Don't worry about me. I'll have Jude, should anything happen."

Jude flushed at her words.

"I suppose your mind has already been made up," said Rowen, a fond smile on his face. "Nothing any of us say will bend such an ironclad resolve."

"Then at least allow me to accompany you to the seahaven," said Keegan. "I've got a few deliveries to make in some of the coastal towns. I can make sure you make it to your boat safely."

I paled.

"Keegan, you too? But you just got back." The objection sounded childish, but I couldn't help it. We were finally together and safe and he was going to go running off again?

"It would only be for a week or two," he said patiently. "Despite everything, I still have a business to run. You'll be fine here without me. Things are different this time - Driselle and Rowen will ensure your safety."

I didn't even have a chance to offer to come along. There was a finality to his tone that kept me silent. It was just a short trip to the seahaven - would it really be so bad to tag along and help? How much danger could be waiting for me in sleepy little seaside towns? There was a warning glint in his eye, like he could read my thoughts.

Milla spoke before I could say anything at all.

"An extra sword arm would be beneficial. If you're already travelling that way, I see no reason to refuse."

"The super pals are going to be split up?" Teepo's eyes were filled with distress, almost looking like a glaze of tears coated them. "But we need to stick together!"

Elize said nothing, but she was staring wildly around the table with a clear sense of panic.

"I guess that leads to my own piece of news," said Driselle, lightly clearing her throat. She dabbed at her lips with the emerald cloth napkin. I watched, slightly mesmerized. Every movement she made was so regal. "Or rather, a proposal. I understand that you came to this city hoping to find Ellie a new home. If it's alright with you, Ellie, I would love to offer you a home within our manor."

Elize's eyes, still wide as saucers, softened.

"R-Really?"

"Yes." Driselle nodded, smiling warmly. "If that's something you'd want."

"We'd get to live here?" Teepo bounced excitedly on the table, rattling the silverware.

"I...I'd like that very much," said Elize. Her cheeks grew pink.

"And of course, the offer extends to you," said Driselle, turning to face me. "I'm sure you'll probably choose to stay in Mr. Gamble's apartment, but if you're wanting for company, you're more than welcome here."

"O-Oh, thank you." My heartbeat thudded in my ears. The concept of Keegan leaving was still sending me on the verge of a panic attack. The last time we'd been separated, I ended up off on a crazy, dangerous adventure.

It hadn't gone so well.

"I'd like to leave as soon as possible," said Milla. It was only then that I noticed sometime during the whole exchange, she'd completely cleaned her plate. "How quickly can preparations be made?"

"I'll have to make a few preparations at the shop," said Keegan. He pulled a small, leather-bound ledger out of his pocket and flipped through the yellowed pages. I saw a few entries that had messy asterisks scribbled beside them. "I should only need an hour and some change to gather what I need. I can also stock us some provisions for the road. The blockade is gone, so we won't have to cut through the woods like you guys did."

"That's very generous of you," Jude said gratefully. "It'll be nice to have you along."

"I'll have a horse prepared for you," said Rowen. "Lady Milla, I trust that will be suitable for your travelling needs?"

"Yes," she said. "That should be fine."

Everything was being decided so quickly. A million worries swirled through my head, new ones popping to the forefront every second. I realized dimly that if Milla and Jude left now, what would that mean? Would I ever see them again? Was I really just meant to sit idly by while everyone around me took their places on the chessboard?

Where did I even fit in all of this?

"For now, let's eat our fill," said Driselle, clapping her hands together. "You're going to need extra strength for the road."

There was a collective sound of agreement from the table. Gradually, the sound of eating and idle chatter filled the hall again. I tried to focus on the relief I felt that Milla would walk again. Instead, a sinking feeling settled deep into my gut. No matter how many sugarcubes I plopped into my cup, the coffee's bitterness burned my tongue.

I've said this before but I seriously had to cut this shorter than I wanted because it was getting ridiculously long. This update took long because of that, but also because I've been writing future scenes pretty much nonstop. I keep needing to like...stop doing that and remind myself to work on an actual current update.

Hope everyone is enjoying so far! These next few chapters will be a struggle since it's basically ALL stuff outside of the game's main plot, but I've also been planning a lot of this since I started so hopefully it will go quick.

Until next time!