When Sylvan followed Iclyn outside the tower, he noticed how disturbed she was. He didn't like her at all, but it was Xylon's order to follow her, and he had to do it.
To him, it was a frustrating task. He wished to stay by Eva's side, to offer her some comfort after the intense confrontation.
She had looked so flustered, her emotions a swirling tempest of fear, confusion, and hurt.
The intense conversation between Xylon and Iclyn had clearly taken its toll on her, leaving her visibly shaken.
Sylvan's mind wandered back to Eva's face, her tear-filled eyes and trembling voice.
He clenched his fists, hating the distance that duty imposed between them.
Iclyn's agitation was palpable, each of her steps filled with a restless energy that seemed to reverberate in the night air.
Sylvan kept his distance, not wanting to provoke her further but remaining vigilant.