“No, she isn’t. She’s gone.” He didn’t know where she’d gone, or when she would come back. She had disappeared before, and Caerus didn’t hold it against her. Would never. He had spent his whole life going where he pleased when he pleased, and while his connections were many, few were special. He might have expected that the one he most wanted to stay with would be one who wouldn’t stay. It made sense that way, and if he hadn’t been falling as she was rising -
“I’m all on my lonesome at the moment, and if chance brought me here, I’m just going to enjoy it, same as you. If this was someone’s doing -” He shrugged. “I don’t have any argument to make against it.”