Azriel met his friend's eyes. "The Chancery does have a valid point."
There were the nods of agreement that followed. Zavian rubbed a hand on his face. For a second, he was so sure that with Delilah and with Neera, there was one thing in common; he cannot completely be fully with the woman he cared the most about.
Every eye in the room was on him, waiting. Instead of replying to them, Zavian stood and spoke.
"Thank you all for your suggestions," he said. "My answer will be known to you in the days to come."
He left them there. He headed outdoors straight, and he was thankful for the burst of fresh air as he stepped into the garden to clear his thoughts. His head was tilted up to the sky, and he watched the white clouds travel past without a destination in sight.
