"I'll be taking my tent to the grove you showed me out to the east for the duration of your guests' visit."
The brunette paused in her oversight of the altar's finer construction points. Madrigil's voice was as detached as it had always been… when not actually excited about a find or a topic. However, Elua caught the stress beneath his words within his easily fracturable spirit itself. Her mint eyes studied the exiled noble scholar, noticing his own had lingered on the Silver with obvious discomfort before he shouldered the travel pack he'd snuck down the lift with.
'A far cry from how boisterously he rushed into the workshop. Maybe I'm not the only one the isolation is affecting.'
"This particular Metal bothering you again?"
"Among other things. I'm fully aware that I'm the problem and a guest on your whim. You'll have fewer distractions with your company without me around. And before you say anything, yes I will work on my cultivation - at my own pace."
