Clara was getting worried about her mate's well-being. It had been two days since any of them had last seen him, and while they honored his request to remain undisturbed, it was worrying to see that he had not even eaten the food that they were bringing him.
'This has to end,' she worriedly thought.
[Of course, it should,] Sheba worriedly added. [We can't have our mate starve himself to death!]
She could only grit her teeth as she stood by the door to Gilas's bedchamber. It was still closed with a tray of food laying untouched beside it, but she was seriously considering barging right in without any sort of warning just to check on him. There needed to be an intervention now, and she was more than eager to be the one to do so. And yet…
'Still… I'd be violating his word…' Clara hesitantly thought as her hand hovered over the doorknob. 'I'd be making him even more upset…'
