Cielo pulled his hands away from Luna's hold, making a mental note to send a letter to the Queen. "I'm not quite ready to leave." He said calmly, reaching up to tuck his sister's tousled hair out of her face. "I'll send a letter to Queen Nadia and make my way back to the Capital when I'm ready."
His words had been calm and measured, yet it had stunned everyone by their contents, Luna getting hit the hardest.
"I- You don't want to come with me?" She asked in a trembling voice, a dreadful feeling layering over her as it felt like she was almost looking up to Cielo to speak to him.
"It's more that I don't have to go with you..." He trailed off, frowning the longer he stared at his sister. "Are you sick?" He asked with concern, reaching out to place a gentle palm on her forehead.
Luna's lips turned down, "I was really worried... I- It was all my fault that you were taken-"
