He nodded, seeing her go, glad for a moment that he wasn't a Warlord Prince, even as he wished he was one so that hitting something could make him feel better. The stupid thing was that what he needed to take the edge off his temper... was the presence of a female he could trust.

He sent an other prayer into the Darkness, another thread towards Jaenelle's mind. But as it was when she was lost to them for so long when they were younger, and again after the war... there was nothing there. Not even a feather light touch from the abyss.