(Third Person).
Margaret pressed her lips together, swallowing whatever protest had risen to her tongue. Instead, she shifted the topic.
"So… when is Draven returning to Duskmoor?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Her eyes widened. "That's too soon."
Gabriel's stare hardened, his voice dropping. "Are you suggesting Gary and Mabel shouldn't leave with him tomorrow?"
"No," she replied quickly.
"Good," he snapped. "Because I went to see Draven today because you and your children were the ones begging me yesterday to let them go to Duskmmor, so why do you seem like you're regretting it?"
Margaret didn't deny the request she made. She kept her voice even. "I was only saying the journey feels sudden—Gary and Mabel may not be prepared."
"Then if they are not ready now, then, they will never go," Gabriel cut in coldly. "We will wait for the war to start, and if Meredith survives it and comes back to Stormveil, you can see her then."
