Caelum.
For a couple of minutes, neither I nor Zevran spoke to each other.
We simply stood side by side, staring out into the distance. But I could tell that it was the same thing we were thinking about. I could tell that the thought keeping me restless was the same that held him in a chokehold.
I cleared my throat after a long moment of increasing silence and muttered; "She would be fine, wouldn't she?"
But even as I said that, I didn't feel like I could fully convince myself especially since the memories of her in so much pain kept replaying itself in my mind over and over again, keeping me on edge.
"I guess so." Zevran finally answered without looking at me. But I didn't miss how stiff his shoulders were. How utterly exhausted and devastated he seemed.
His eyes squinted as he stared into the distance, and in a small voice, he muttered; "I don't know for real, and that bothers me more than anything."
"Me too."
