"If... If it hurts... I'm here. I understand..."
Azelf maintained his silence in the face of Prince connecting with someone else--someone else his own age, even--but he had to admit it wasn't easy. It was nearly unconscionable that he should remain silent when his charge was so upset, but this was important. As far as he knew, Prince had no other friends. Not before or after him.
Prince nodded and curled up into him with a little nod, relaxing a little. Azelf floated back a bit to let them have their space, turning his head at quiet footsteps behind him. It was Lexa."Given the time,"
she started, her voice soft to avoid catching the attention of the two boys still trying to fully settle down. "I don't know if we will make it back out of the ruins before nightfall. If we move now we might just make it but... It's up to you. More or less you are the one leading us now to this farm of yours. Though I don't relish the idea of being caught outside after dark."The leader.
He felt a shudder of fear run through him. But she was right. And therefore the path forward was clear."You're right. It'd be a bad idea to leave now. The waves of the dead may have calmed down the past couple years but some of them still out there are... powerful. It's safer to stay here and wait until dawn."
A few hours later, as they got ready for sleep, Prince came over to him, curling up alongside him as Azelf settled down. The Legend threw an arm around him, hoping that by the light of day, things would look a little less heavy.
At least, he reflected, he wasn't alone. Lexa was a good person to ask for advice and was older than the boys. The notion that he wouldn't have to figure everything out all by himself this time soothed him like a blanket, and with a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, letting sleep steal him.
Tomorrow would be better.
(And with that, Sinjoh is officially over! We did it, guys!)