Tears instantly spilled from Gwyn's eyes.
"Connor."
Her voice choked with emotion. "You're back."
Connor's eyes grew damp, but he forced the tears back. He was a man who preferred to bleed rather than cry.
"Gwyn, take care of Leonie for me. Tell her to wait for me. I'm going to make everything right."
Gwyn had been worried sick about him. She knew he wasn't the type to abandon Leonie in her darkest hour, so his sudden departure had left her deeply uneasy.
When he made the call, she realized he had gone to Starfall City to reclaim his lost memories. And now he had them back. She understood completely and agreed without hesitation.
"Handle what you need to do. I've got Leonie. When you get back, I promise she'll be safe and healthy."
Her promise finally put his mind at ease. "How is she doing today?"
He had been gone for two days, and the agonizing lack of updates was driving him insane.
"Thank you, Gwyn."

Yet, whether it was Hawthorne or Layne, Gwyn hated seeing them consumed by such darkness.
She could comfort Leonie, but Layne was completely unreachable. Every time Gwyn mustered the courage to ask how he was handling his father's death, Layne's freezing silence shut her down instantly.



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