The right time

"Okay, let's wait until we stop, then you can tell me what you need to say." Gavriel did not say much after that and the both of them silently made their way back. Evie could only nod and stay silent and musing with her own thoughts.

Upon landing at the top of Dacria's watchtower, Gavriel sat Evie down at the edge of the tower securely. She clearly noted that she was jailed between Gavriel's powerful arms and that gave her a feeling of protection and calmness.

It was already daybreak and they both remained quiet as they took a moment to look out at the horizon, appreciating the beautiful streaks of morning light. After a few moments, Gavriel turned Evie towards himself and held her shoulders in his hands – gently but still Evie could feel the underlying firmness in his fingers.

"Alright, now tell me what it is Evie…" he said after staring at her for a few moments.