As he neared his wing, Arslan's mind was a flurry of thoughts and emotions he could not untangle. His talk with Harun might have provided some insight, but it didn't help him in that regard. There was still a lot he was grappling with and questions he wanted answers to.
His inner turmoil was pushed to the back of his brain, however, as he came to a stop before his room. When he looked up, he found Wael standing there, his left arm held in a sling, and his head hanging low in shame.
The boy could only heave a sigh at the state of the man, but he said nothing. He merely pushed past the set of double doors.
Wael followed behind.
Arslan didn't even look back at him. He didn't say anything. And Wael couldn't blame him for that. He deserved to be given the cold shoulder after everything.
