Something he had been doing on and off for about a month previous. Though, one thing brought solace to his aching. No action or word could do so, for Kote had tried for years to find anything that would ease such pains. There was nothing the fae could say that would better old wounds and hush intrusive and tempered thoughts.

He knew Bast wanted to say something, but couldn’t wouldn’t really. Of all the worst things, he knew Bast was aware. Sleep was a distant and unknown friend to him, peace wasn’t a concept he knew anymore. Anxiety chewing at his stomach and sending his heart fluttering like a wild bird, burden of his past weighing down on his mind and shoulders, causing him to move slower and react less. Extended periods of sullen silence, guilt, regret, and fear. The last month had been one of those ‘days’. Such as all men who run from their past, it catches up one day.

Not necessarily work wise, but personally. It had been a while since the weather had been nice enough to go outside, and things had been more rough than usual. Kote wandered outside once more, pacing in the back of the inn.

Return of an old friend