As Jeremy left, Henry couldn’t help but pass a glance to Leo, who was standing up to dust himself off. He said nothing and offered the nurse no second glance, before adjusting his shirt and leaving. He had nothing left to do here and nothing left to do with Henry.
He wouldn’t even say goodbye to Ethiriel.
Henry’s heart sank as he watched the man leave, his polite smile finally leaving his features. He looked to the table again, his hand meeting his chin to scratch just below his soulpatch. This meeting had gone wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. With a sigh, he stood from his chair and made his way down the hall to meet with Lazarus and Ethiriel.
Wiping away her sudden tears, Ethiriel silently cleared her throat and looked away. This wasn’t ladylike at all, how could she allow herself to fall apart like this in front of someone she just met? Even if they could have been considered siblings, coming from the same creator, she felt foolish and unprepared.
Laz’s warm hand was oddly welcoming – and while she didn’t not outright speak, she wished him thanks.
”Ethiriel?” Henry called from the door, gently tapping it with his knuckle. ”Our meeting is over, if you’re ready it’s time to go.”
Honestly, she didn’t want to go home with this stranger.
”Alright,” she replied, sniffling once and continuing to dry her eyes. With her free hand, she softly touched the Incubus’ hand on her should. She dried her face and turned to Henry, or at least, the direction his voice had come from. Part of her wished to give her creator one last touch, even if he couldn’t feel it, but she held strong and crossed her arms just below her breasts. ”I am ready, Sir Knight.”
