”I wouldn’t do anything without your permission.” It was easy to say, in front of Zariah, in the manor. There was no confusion here, nothing tugging him this way or that. Simply the life he’d always known, that he’d been moulded into, but better now than he’d ever known before. This wasn’t just an obligation, it was a family.
Peters face didn’t move in response to her comment, he simply blinked, warning flaring in the back of his mind. ”Of course, he’s... he’s going to be grateful.” The words were backed up with a thin smile of his own, though smiling was he last thing he actually wanted to do. ”I’ll... I’m going to get back to my... to my training. Thank you. For um, for speaking with me.” With another bow, Peter turned, and left the room quietly, not wanting to intrude upon Zariah’s time any longer than he needed.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
