"Halon?"
Lohan turned slowly, looking a little uncertain.
Standing at the entrance to the Silver Crucible, bathed in sunlight, was Aeliana. Her long blonde hair fell softly over her shoulders, and she held a scroll bearing the seal of the Tower of Yrneha against her chest, but the usual sparkle in her blue eyes was noticeably and painfully dimmed.
Upon seeing Lohan, the elf froze, and Lohan felt a pang of guilt knowing that the reason she was like this was because of him.
The last time they'd seen each other, he'd jumped out of her lap abruptly, leaving her alone and confused in the middle of the city so he could run after Lisa.
He felt like a scoundrel for having treated the first friend he'd made in Elysium that way, even if it was to explain himself to his best friend and companion, after all, Aeliana wasn't to blame for anything.
