Hadrius stares.
The numbing shock that cripples his nerves only thickens at the sight of his human. She still watches him, a slight haze to her cloudy eyes and she blinks once more, the earthen color shifting to golden if not for more than a second before dissolving.
His lips part to speak but no sound leaves.
His hand tries to rise and reach for her but leads weighs them down. A shocking anchor rooting each limb to the spot.
Seemingly undisturbed, or perhaps unaware of his distraught state, River searches his face over and over, suddenly alert and confirming a dreadful suspicion that did not come to pass.
She sinks back into the table. "I thought you had died—" A startled huff of breath vacates her lungs as the Warlord's large body suddenly climbs atop hers.
Hadrius does not know
