Her Place

Verion's blue eyes lingered on Elion, his concern evident. For once, his usual cocky demeanor was absent, replaced by genuine unease.

Despite Elion's reassurances that he was fine, Verion couldn't help but question it.

What the hell happened to him? he wondered.

The image of his brother earlier, frozen by the window with lifeless eyes, refused to leave his mind.

Verion's chest tightened as he recalled the panic that had gripped him when he'd thought—just for a moment—that Elion might have been... gone.

He shifted slightly on the sofa, pretending to adjust the manuals and resources Graviel had given him. The items lay stacked neatly on the nearby table, their importance overshadowed by his lingering worry about Elion.