Kenna

What I don’t know, as I kneel on the furs, is that Evander came here looking for me only to find out he’s still part of the Rite. Mystics surrounded him at the lake shore and followed him to the temple entrance, hurrying him along, telling him he was late.

He came here for me. Maybe to stop me from doing this, or for another reason I don’t know.

It’s clear, however, that he feels some sense of relief finding me well and whole, regardless of the situation.

But I can tell he’s trying to free himself from the yoke of the eclipse that’s blurring the lines between us...