David
Tyril stayed silent for a moment as he looked into her eyes. He didn't move or say anything and only watched her closely. He noted the somber tone in her voice and the man didn't say anything to her for a moment and only licked his lips. "I am sorry to hear that. I suppose war and scheming is something that stays everywhere and no matter who you are or how powerful you are you can't help it. " He responded to her with a soft sigh. "I understand you completely and I don't blame you for just wanting to go by. There are times when I feel that way too. " He responded to her. 


Tyril enjoyed walking with her side as the two made their way through the clearing and into the road. He stayed silent and didn't say anything and only continued to walk by her side. Only when she chimed in did he respond to her. Hearing her words the man smiled softly at her for a moment. "It was just a trade business with the duke of this city. I live in the neighbouring city and we often partake in trade with one another. Just had some new terms to discuss that's all. " He responded to her with a shrug. 



The man continued to walk by her side until he noticed the sudden sadness in her face. The man watched her closely for a moment and his eyebrows narrowed in concern for her. He didn't like seeing her this way and he blamed himself for it because of his questions she was so sad now. He reached out and gently touched her shoulders and gave it a squeeze. "I am sorry. I didn't know. I shouldn't have asked you. " He said before looking away for a moment. He then turned his attention back to her again. "Let me join you if you don't mind. I can provide you the support you need for the conversation. But if you want a moment of privacy then I understand completely. " He said before hugging her softly
Kristina
Lusine's fair brows twitched at his words, an unintended arrow to her heart that made her feel more than she usually did that she wasn't doing a great job at her mission. The thousands of years of isolation were bad enough, but she knew she could be doing more even now. It was so easy for her to get distracted, especially in good company or a jovial scene. But perhaps she had lingered too long over such things. Perhaps if she had worked harder before *And* Now, there would be less suffering in the world. If she'd been strong enough to not shut herself away for so long... It was a dream, a hope, she'd been nurturing delicately, to have any semblance of a normal life, to just live and love like any mortal might. Especially without the fear of those she attached to dying, a rather constant and deep-seated fear that kept most at arm's length. With a resigned sigh and tired smile, she spoke without any traces of the defeat she felt, **"What I want and what I must do are two rather different things. And I am quite beholden to the latter, no matter how much I may dream of the former. I can't just go by."**

Nodding along with Tyril's words of his business, her mind drifted for a moment as she looked up at the bright blue sky, only a few wispy clouds in sight. She wished she could look directly at the sun, but then it was fitting, wasn't it? For it to be so blindingly bright that you couldn't just stare. It stirred her guilt, however, as perhaps a sign that she should stop following such feelings. But the quick pounding of her heart said it had *No* Intention of listening to her head at all. How could she admit those feelings to her departed husband if she could barely think them to herself? She shook her head, as if trying to clear the thoughts too, and refocused on the conversation.
** **

The Moon Maiden was so in her own head, entrenched in the deep, roiling feelings inside, that she wasn't ready to be touched, and she stiffened up, her mind freezing for a moment as if it felt like the world was spinning a little. *Oh no, not now...* She thought some with some chagrin, recognizing the feeling of her shadowed side trying to emerge. She tried to push it down, but she was already so worn out from both fighting and wrestling her high emotions, that the Moon's Shadow slipped out before she could stop it. Her pale eyes turned a deep midnight blue and the glow temporarily faded from her skin, leaving it looking more like smooth marble. She shouted, very uncharacteristically of how kind she'd been thus far, **"No!! I just want to be alone."** She stood there a few moments, a pace away from him, taking deep labored breaths, before her face was in her hands, and she was crying, sparkling tears leaking out between her fingers, small plants with closed buds springing up on the dirt road where they landed.

When Lusine pulled her hands away a moment, her eyes were that silvery pale blue again, and her pale skin resumed its glimmering in the sun. **"I'm so sorry, Tyril, I just..."** She took a ragged breath choked by tears, **"Thank you for the offer, but... This is something I** Really **Need to do alone. I don't want company.** Any **Company."** She tried to wipe away the iridescent tears as she sniffled, **"And please don't touch me... As you can see, I have a rather ardent protector inside, and... I just don't want to be touched, please."** She felt terrible for the slip-up, but little could be done about it now.
Robert
It was as if thunder itself strode down from the skies and began to walk the earth. The rumble was loud and growing louder, the sounds of voices and the clatter of armor grew nearer and nearer to the Moon Child and Tyril by the second. A beacon of light created over the horizon, golden and warm like the rising sun, as the Legio Titanicus and their General marched upon Karmius City.

He sat atop a winged white lion, silver armor adorning the beasts fur of fallen snow. Both of them large and imposing, beasts in their own ways, and as the legio grew closer it's size and design became all the more clear to see. Golden armor was worn by all within the legio, all astride heavy and powerful horses. Some carried swords and maces, others axes and staves, but each of their helmets carried with them something that united them as one- each helmet was shaped like the head of a lion.

The Legio Titanicus has been deployed to Karmius to investigate the recent attack upon it and at the head of their formation, as always, was *Him.* ***The White Lion of The Empire. The Sun-Shaper. The Imperator. The Last Son of Titanos, Pride Malcorin.***

His keen eyes surveyed the lands before him, his senses taking note of all that was around, and when he heard the voice of one he knew very well scream in such distress it was like the weight of the sun itself fell upon Tyril' shoulders.

** **
With a small gesture of his right hand flags were raised within the legio and marching ceased. Ushering Ikabad, his lion, onwards the demigod and his steed soon approached Lusine and Tyril.

"***Greetings.***" He said with a tone that was strikingly different than his appearance, cold and reserved. "***Is everything ok? I heard shouting.***" He gazed down at Tyril from his perch atop Ikabad, the gold of his eyes seemed hot, almost oppressive- as he focused solely on the man before him. 

He knew not why such shouting had occurred, nor why Lusine was involved in the situation, but the promise he had made to her still held true and his conviction never wavered: he would protect her.