Aidan’s been out by the fountain for a while now. He’s definitely overextended himself and the pain radiating through his entire body is a testament to that. Though, truthfully, he cannot bring himself to care.
For a moment – a shining slew of minute, gold-tinged memories – he’d been himself again. Or as close to it as he’s ever gotten. Just once, the entire world had been on his side.
Then, he’d seen Edmund pull Aures close and the two of them glided along with more grace than he’s ever seen his sister display before. Out-dancing the pain had stopped being an option. It’d lurched through him like a riptide, pulling Aidan into its clutches with no intention of letting go.
Lilliana has been a darling about letting him rest when he needs to, but at that moment the ballroom had become stifling – too bright, too hot, too crowded. Running was the only salvation his misery-addled brain could fathom. So, he had.
So, he is.