The fact that Simone was struggling so much hurt Lewis in a way he couldn’t begin to describe. He wanted nothing more than to help her feel better, to heal her from the pain she felt, but he knew that was something that only she could do. They had done so much together, and he knew her better than most. The strength she possessed was something that he was in awe over, but she was at her limits with it. Lewis promised her again and again that he would always be there to support her.
There was, of course, a lingering fear in his heart that he managed to suppress, that she would leave him if it made her happy, but it wasn’t even remotely a concern. His fear was nothing more than the realization of everything that he had grown up in, and he had learned to trust Simone and combat those fears, now more so than ever. Even if a part of him was terrified of Llywellyn, there was the true part of his heart and soul that she would stay.
Even with all of this, though, as the cell was locked and his resonance was cut, he felt alone. As she tiredly left the room, he felt the lingering resonance of her pain fade. He went to the corner of the cell, and sat down, leaning against it as he tried his best to get some rest. He would need it for the next day, regardless of whether or not Llywellyn pulled through on his promise.
Simone, he thought, pushing his resonance past the cage if only for a moment. I love you. More than anything. With that, he fell asleep.
The morning came, and Lewis was woken by the guards coming in. It took little time for them to unlock the cells for both Lewis and Rhenakos, and they were escorted upstairs into another room. The two were offered a change of clothes, to which Lewis forced Rhenakos to comply with.
Lewis was given a gold and green, close fitting elvish tunic with matching pants. The elegant weave of elvish runes went down the sides of the arms and pants. If someone hadn’t known better, they would have thought Lewis another one of their elves, minus the ears.
Rhenakos, in contrast to Lewis, was given the same style tunic in red and black. It was impressive at how well they measured Rhenakos, and even the oaf managed to look almost like royalty in it. He hated it, though, and made it apparent to everyone around him as they were taken to the dining hall.
The assassin had already felt Simone’s resonance reconnect, but he had stayed quiet for the most part, waiting on her to initiate contact. He could feel she was safe, but her emotions were hard to follow, and for the moment he just chalked it up to the stress. But, that did not change his worry. Everything will be fine, he spoke to himself, wondering if he really believed it.