"My Lord, you should get treated to avoid complications. The earlier, the better, my Lord," the Knight Commander spoke again, his tone earnest as he urged his Lord to move. He knew well the Baron's mind, his thoughts, his temperament, and the weight that often lingered behind his calm exterior.
Asher remained motionless beside them. His puple eyes stared ahead, observing the ruined city in silence. He could somewhat sense what the Baron felt, an unspoken heaviness that lingered in the air, but he said nothing.
There was no point in offering empty comfort or meaningless encouragement. Reality was cruel, indifferent to emotion, and no amount of comforting words could alter that fact. In the next Monster Tide, more people would die, just as they had today. That was the nature of this world, unchanging, merciless, unless a power greater than them chose to intervene.
