With Yasmin gone to the hospital, things settled down, and Talia turned to see Damon in the hallway.
He was leaning sideways on the wall and looking extra yummy with the ceremonial garment around his waist and his body covered in markings done with black paint. But the whole visual was spoiled by his troubled expression.
"What's wrong?" Talia asked while approaching him.
He shook his head. "After the ceremony, we were supposed to address our people, but with Yasmin…"
"It's OK," Talia interrupted him.
"No. It's not OK." He took her hand into his and placed her palm against his cheek. "I was supposed to tell everyone that now they have their Luna, but it didn't happen. I failed you again, kitten. I wanted to make this right."
