GAHRYE
The farewell was awkward, Gar somewhat reassured, but still entertaining passing thoughts of suspicion that made his eyes flash. Aaryn pale and quiet, clearly not understanding what was to come, but sensing that it was bad. And Gahrye trying to soothe both of them, doing everything in his power to hold himself together, emotionless, strong. Because he refused to break down in front of his son.
His son who stared at him, lips thin and tight, eyes snapping between Gahrye and his mother, his chest rising and falling far too quickly. He'd forgotten Gar and Aaryn were even in the room—he stood on the edge of panic, and Gahrye could feel it in him. He needed to get these males out of here.
"You guys must be tired. We have a room where you can rest before you cross again. Do you think you'll go today, or would tomorrow—"
"We'll go now," Gar said pointedly, his brows up a little, like he wanted Gahrye to understand.
