Northern and Eisha sat between the two beds while Alystren stood near the door. The elven man occupied his own bed, watching everything unfold with a dark expression.
Silence hung in the room for a long moment. Northern observed both of them—the tension in Alystren's shoulders, the careful stillness of the elf—then spoke.
"So... care to speak after lying to my face?"
Alystren sighed and sat down on his bed, heaving tiredly.
"Look, boy. I... I have told you all that you needed to know, how come we're still here? Not to even speak of the bond that you and I share?" He shook his head. "To be honest, I'm just shocked you could treat me like this."
Northern chuckled and folded his arms.
"You know what I find oddly disturbing, Alystren?"
Alystren raised his head and looked at Northern.
