Tal had left Alys's side reluctantly, but with Sohalia to keep her company and Boreal plastered to her leg he had promised to come back soon and followed Zavien a little ways off from the festivities. At first he'd been wanly happy to see his friend, but something on the Dragoon's eyes was... haunted. He didn't know what was wrong - didn't know what he could do about anything when he could barely keep himself and Alys from falling apart - but he could at least offer his ear to his friend.
The bench was big enough for two and Tal settled down next to the other man with a worried tilt of his head. The grimace that Zav's words brought to his face felt like an old friend because he knew how a confession like that felt. It was... weird?? to be on the receiving end of it for once, but he took a deep breath and leaned sideways, pressing his shoulder against his friend's in silent support. He tried to find the right words to say, but in the end all he could come up with was: "How can we fix it?"
Because of course he was going to help. Zavien was his friend, and they were in this - whatever this was - together.
The bench was big enough for two and Tal settled down next to the other man with a worried tilt of his head. The grimace that Zav's words brought to his face felt like an old friend because he knew how a confession like that felt. It was... weird?? to be on the receiving end of it for once, but he took a deep breath and leaned sideways, pressing his shoulder against his friend's in silent support. He tried to find the right words to say, but in the end all he could come up with was: "How can we fix it?"
Because of course he was going to help. Zavien was his friend, and they were in this - whatever this was - together.
