A few hours before the elven lord's departure…
Artie was walking through one of the halls of the Baron's mansion when she heard someone call her from behind.
"Artie…"
She paused, heaving a sigh then slowly turned to meet Eliron's gaze.
Artie tried to pull out her signature smile, but no matter how much she did, it would not come out.
It didn't matter after all, Eliron would see right through it.
"Yes? Shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?"
"Eh, most of my things are in the spatial storage, I'm good to go at any time."
"I see. So how can I help you?" Artie asked, holding her elbow as she stared at him.
Outside the Baron's mansion, dark clouds had begun to form, a promise of rain within the hour.
Eliron took a few seconds to answer.
"Are you alright?" His voice was softer than usual, and even though he tried to act a little nonchalant, knowing she hated being a cause for concern, Artie could still sense it.
