[ Trahearne just watches him speak.

Is it still weighing on him? In a sense. He feels no more betrayal here, no more like Syrlya is slipping away. But he has been thinking about it, the way Syrlya deflated in his arms left him with a guilt he found hard to shake. And so he worked on it, and has found some semblance of acceptance.

But maybe this is something to be revisited at another time. Not now. Syrlya clearly isn't having it, despite how much Trahearne wants to show it is okay. That he wants to show that he trusts him unconditionally, and that it was a poor lapse in judgment on his part.

Because, well. ]

...All right.

[ He purses his lips, brings his tea to his lips. Is he any warmer? It's hard to tell. ]

I am in his body, Syrlya. My thoughts are occupied with Adelis, whether I like it or not.

[ Is there a cookie left? He's going to reach for one. ]

But I will endeavour not to bring it up again. [ For...however long this is going to last. Or ever, really.

Syrlya is not responding :( so he scoots back to his spot to work on his cookie, stare absently at the blurry fire. ]