Clenching his hands into fists, an expression of disgust subconsciously settled onto his face, shadowed by long strands of light amber hair as he hung his head in anxious thought. So many spells to learn, so many skills to master, so many memories to make and not nearly enough time to do it all. What if he not only failed to rescue Kaila before it was too late, but also lost Lessa to that old, lustful lord of Toulun? Even if he managed to endure through such loss, it wouldn't be long before Civus was swept up in a large civil war that would put the lives of him and his loved ones at risk on a scale that was difficult to imagine.
It never ends, he thought, suddenly saddened and fatigued. Will there ever come a day when I'll be free of worry?
