Cyne hardly had the pleasure of enjoying waking before Elara had before the knock at the door burst her out of her slumber. Thinking about how exposed he was, both by being in nothing but the lower portions of sleepwear, and in the presence of undoubtedly important cohorts of Elara's... His heart beat in his chest for just a moment before he made himself calm down and pretend to still be asleep, his eyes shutting before Elara had even reached the door. With great interest however, he listened to everything he could. The sounds of footsteps on cobbled floor, the slightest groan of the hinges on the door.<br/><br/>He still didn't dare showing any conscious curiosity but Caldwyn's voice caught his attention even more. Between all the thoughts that ran through his mind about the portal, Sybil's ripple of cause and effect, he could hardly keep himself laying down. Even barely covered, he wanted to hop out of the bed and run over to the silvered mage, asking enough quest to write a novel. The short moments where Elara had taken the time to talk to her maids, or the soft bites the mage took, each felt like an eternity as Cyne pondered his fate. Despite being sealed from the very start, hearing Caldywn discussing the closing of the gate made it seem all that much more real.<br/><br/>With how accepting and even envious as Cyne was about not having the responsibilities of a prince here as a peace treaty, something darker inside of him flared hearing the portal hadn't been destroyed, rather just potentially stopped. The thoughts of seeing his old war comrades, the ones Sybil had left behind. Even the stern figure of his father. Tinges of regret ran through him as he realized that since the treaty had been made on such short notice, he'd never be able to visit his mother's grave again. So caught up in his own thoughts, he almost forgot to pretend to sleep.