"Lady Talcres. How are you feeling?"
"I've made more progress in one hour toward a goal I thought impossible than in all my years. It's... indescribable."
She settled onto the bench right beside them, with her hands clasped tightly in her lap - as if doing that alone could contain the overwhelming emotion inside her. Something that her husband had talked over with her recently… and that he gave his nod to again an hour ago.
'And they seem so lost and uncertain about what will happen. I have to set their mind at ease.'
"I've been thinking about our future as well. After what you've done today, Nohre, I feel it's time that I need to ask. Will you-"
"Adopt me, instead."
Fusand interrupted abruptly, with a low and soft but somehow rigid steel tone. Nohre's mouth dropped open as she openly stared at him, wondering why he would ask that - let alone 'instead', what did he mean?! And of course Zyris blinked rapidly, her train of thought completely derailed.
"W-what?"
