tenebraecious | continuations

I hold great trust in your word, Emet Selch . . . I will let you know when my own feelings have changed.

Then rest. I will leave you to your dreams.

[And in a swirl of purple and black magic, he takes his leave.]

Thank you for your consideration.

[even if he's gone, just bowing to acknowledge him, and still uncomfortable when she straightens up]