He takes her in his arms, not asking any questions. His eyes sting from the emotional overflow, but no tears run out.
Marguerite isn't sure if this is an illusion or a bad dream, she feels reluctant to hug him back, as if as soon as she will, his heart will be pierced by a dagger right before her eyes.
"Come in, it's cold outside."
Jurian truly did not expect to see her again after so long. In his heart, he feels happy. But he is also scared.
No matter how one looks at it, Marguerite is not in a normal state. There is also this strange coffin she is carrying.
Jurian has been isolating himself in this forest for years, waiting to die. He came here with the idea that he should commit suicide and let his body wash away to the open sea through the river.
But before he could make his wish come true, an oracle came.
It was from Boadicea.