who can say if I've been changed for the better

Neron

the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen

Neron hates to admit it, but gods damn it his twin is right. He steps into the room at last, swatting Loren away from the packing so he can take over with a great deal more efficiency (and grace about it, if he's being honest and absolutely biased). That in itself ought to be an indication that they are back on better terms, if Neron is giving his brother hassle about his ability to still be a duke even after years without it. "I was sick," he agrees with a gentle nod. "At least neither of us are anymore. You came through in the end."

He glances back at the Firebrand to hear that he's still on the council with Morgan, smiling a bit, and if he's relieved that his brother will still be living in Halo on a permanent basis, he does his best not to show it. "Well, then. I hope you thoroughly enjoy your cooling off period. I'd make a joke about Halo already being the coolest place around, both temperature and otherwise, but I'll spare you."

Closing the pack at last, Neron steps back. "Want to get a drink with me, before you go?"

sometimes the soul
has days like these