Zeyrak's sharp senses flared the moment he caught movement behind him. The familiar scent that hit him made his stomach twist, it was the Prime Minister's.
What was he even doing here?! Of all times, why now?
He turned back toward Lily, his emerald eyes darkened with urgency, the tension in his jaw clear as he spoke through the mind link, his tone low and commanding. "Leave and we will never meet again. From this moment, it will be as if we never even crossed paths."
His gaze lingered on her only for a heartbeat longer before he tore it away. The air between them was thick with something painful...unspoken, fragile, and already cracking.
He could sense Varric's presence drawing closer, accompanied by the faint clinking of armor from the royal guards. They were too near. He couldn't risk them seeing her especially not when her royal-blue fur gleamed even under the faintest moonlight.
