Lumi still followed him.
However, as though she could read his terrible mood, a fact Zephyrion knew she was more than capable of, she kept her distance, silently trailing behind him. Somehow, the fact that she remained at arm's length brought a measure of ease to Zephyrion, especially after everything that had just happened. At the same time, it only made him feel even worse about himself.
The night wind was gentle, the silver moon painting the forest in a ghostly light. It was truly enchanting, yet he saw none of it.
The reason for Zephyrion's current crappiness had nothing to do with Vaelor's sudden attack, or even Lumi's unexplainable power. The truth was, even if Lumi hadn't stepped in, Vaelor would've died in a single attack. Well… if an instructor hadn't intervened.
No, the reason he was so pissed at himself was because of the state he'd been in before Vaelor's attack.
