[After Iamarl's body fades from the tight circle of his arms, along with the evidence of her existence — in the end, even her spilt blood was an illusion — Henry leaves the apartment.
He leaves, and does not return until the next day, at the hour he would ordinarily return from his early morning training.
His eyes are dark and there is a harshness in his expression, the outward evidence of his heavy spirits. He looks for Maketh, expecting nothing good. He knows that she is alive; before Iamarl's death he'd looked for her and found her alone and passed out. There had been no reason to disturb what uneasy rest she'd managed. But now...]
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He leaves, and does not return until the next day, at the hour he would ordinarily return from his early morning training.
His eyes are dark and there is a harshness in his expression, the outward evidence of his heavy spirits. He looks for Maketh, expecting nothing good. He knows that she is alive; before Iamarl's death he'd looked for her and found her alone and passed out. There had been no reason to disturb what uneasy rest she'd managed. But now...]
Maketh?