Phelan took a few moments to gather up his herb satchel and his staff before rushing out the door after Jacqueline. He caught up with her after a few steps and took her hand, squeezing it. She shot him a tight smile in the dim of the hallway, edging closer as the wind rattled the roof above them.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that wind was a living thing,” Jacqueline murmured, tucking herself carefully under his arm. “It sounds like it’s trying to peel the roof right off so it can get to us. Maybe cook us with some of that lightning or use the rain to make a nice soup.”
He looked at her askance, a brow arching. “Morbid, aren’t you?”
Jacqueline choked on a laugh. “Maybe a little bit. I think the rest of you are rubbing off on me.”
“Well, don’t let us rub too hard.” He kissed her temple and sighed quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault we got interrupted—and it was for a good reason this time instead of some horrible awful thing.”
Phelan nodded, staring blankly ahead for a few moments. “Yeah. It just feels like something out there’s conspiring against us.”
“Maybe you should have a discussion with fate.”
He choked on a laugh. “Once I find her, we’ll have some words. I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, you know.” She gave him a quick, impish smile and he grinned back.
“I’d expect nothing less.”
Thordin’s door loomed in front of them. Phelan didn’t hear any shouting from the other side of it, which was either a good thing or a very, very bad thing.
“Once more unto the breach, huh?” he murmured to Jacqueline.
She shot him a wry smile. “Brace yourself.”
She opened the door.
[Phelan nodded, staring blankly ahead for a few moments. “Yeah. It just feels like something out there’s conspiring against us.”
“Maybe you should have a discussion with fate.”
He choked on a laugh. “Once I find her, we’ll have some words. I promise.”]
Erin, I think that *someone* wants to have words with you!
He can get in line behind several other characters who may or may not want to have a bit of a heart to heart with me.