"...why go through all the effort to drag yourself out here in the cold?"
Erling was quiet for several moments, staring into the fire while he reflected on the needs that drove him out here tonight. Liam was right. He could have stayed in the ancient fortress to recuperate. He wouldn't have been the only one if he did, though from what he'd heard, Loman Lothian wasn't the sort of person he wanted to be compared to, even in something like this.
But setting himself apart from the fallen priest, the sole survivor of the Lothian line, wasn't enough of a reason to drag himself out of bed on a cold winter night.
His mind circled around and around again. Each time, an answer came to mind and was quickly rejected, but after he returned to the same answer for a third time, he couldn't help but acknowledge the truth.
