Karl let out a sharp, bitter laugh, a harsh, sarcastic sound that sliced clean through the suffocating tension hanging between them.
He took a step back, his violet eyes locking onto Eiravyne one last time, completely ignoring Urag's towering presence as if he weren't even there.
"If you need to talk..." Karl muttered, his voice low, clipped, and rough around the edges. He paused, his jaw tightening as his gaze flicked down to Urag's massive hand cradling her face before snapping back up to her hollow, distant eyes. "...just... call for me."
Without waiting for an answer, Karl turned sharply on his heel and stalked away down the dark corridor.
Urag didn't even turn his head to watch his brother leave.
His focus remained entirely, fiercely locked on Eiravyne.
His large hand shifted slightly on her cheek, his thumb continuing its gentle, rhythmic stroke over her cold skin as if trying to draw her back from the numb, far-away place Karl's spell had pushed her into.
