[SE] heavy boxes and heavy hearts

Fine was, after all, a relative term, and in Liam's mind, he had never felt better. He was stronger, faster, more capable - and that was all to do with his status as a Friend of the Family. Even if they were gone now, he retained the newfound strength, and although he felt a little adrift and rudderless without them, he was still happy overall. He had Maea, after all. But regardless, he shifted his focus back to Zavien, who seemed perhaps a little distracted. "Oh, sure," he said, smiling. "I'd be happy to help." He moved towards the boxes, ready to assist in whatever way Zavien required. "Good to hear you've been treated well here," he offered, unwilling to get into the why they were in King's End. Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes