Rowan opened the door to the center, his figure drawn, dark circles around his eyes. He leaned on a cane and he moved forward, his cloak wrapped tightly around himself.
Tez was in the house, reorganizing a shelf. She had her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, aside from a few locks that framed her face. She had felt incomplete, but there was no outlet for her besides cleaning and adventuring. She had grown more cautious, avoiding the less populated areas of the market, and barely making eye contact.
His hair had seemed to grow whiter since their separation and he took his time on the stairs, squeezing the cane so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He managed to get to the door after a long time, and he raised a shaking hand, knocking twice.
Rowan stood before her, looking exhausted. His violet eyes, however, were still vibrant, and they flickered up to look at her. "I know you're probably really mad," he began.
Her expression was unreadable before she broke out into a large grin, darting forward and pulling him into an embrace.
He groaned slightly, but hugged her back with his free arm, kissing the top of her head. "My siren..."
Her voice was already starting to crack, but it would obviously be happiness, as she couldn't contain her grin. "What happened? You're okay? Have you recieved the cure?"
"Yeah," he said weakly, nodding slowly. "Kinda last minute, but I got it. I've been recovering for a few weeks now."
