Speaking with Perses had calmed her down considerably. The fact that he had been there had shocked her. For a moment, she thought she had seen her father back from the dead as so many had come. Bia had never felt so happy and scared at the same time as it was upon seeing his face. The realization that it was her uncle had brought both relief and disappointment. She didn't voice that, however. Instead, they carried a pleasant conversation and parted ways. Where did she sit now?
Bia sat on the steps of Phobos temple, for some reason. She just felt fixated to sit there and wait for him to return. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to him. Before Perses had come, she probably would have done so in anger, but instead, she sat there confused. Confused and...she didn't know. He was her husband. Perhaps he knew something she had simply missed. Him and that stupid overgrown house cat of his.
She kind of missed the anger. Why shouldn't she be angry? She couldn't really remember why she was angry in the first place anymore.
Oh wait, right. She was angry at herself. She'd been put in a situation where she had to choose sides, and attempted to choose both and came out on the wrong end of that. Everything had gone wrong and she knew exactly where. The feeling should have passed by now. She should have been fine now, but she wasn't. Nothing was okay, not yet. Perses was right, though. Everything would be fine with time. Well, maybe not fine but better. Maybe not better, but she'd get used to it and be able to shove it aside when she needed to.
Sitting there, with her elbow on her knees and her chin in the heel of her palm, she continued to wait.