"What happened? What's wrong?"
Aveloria sniffled. She tried to speak, but her voice cracked. She swallowed and tried again.
"Lucien is leaving," she said. "He's just... leaving. I don't understand why. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't stay."
Theron said nothing. He looked at her face, at the tears she kept wiping away.
"I don't understand him." She whispered, her voice cracking. "The sudden change of attitude. We were good the last time we spoke. I don't think I can handle this," Aveloria said. "All of it. Marek, the Wanderers, now this. It's too much. It's all too much." She sobbed.
"He doesn't get to do that. We had an agreement to find Marek and stick together. I'll go talk to him." Theron said, his voice low and rough.
He stood up and straightened. Aveloria reached for his arm to stop him. "Theron don't. Just let him be."
