The Isle

Once Chara was out of sight Foulques allowed his shoulders to slump, drawing a long, shaky breath and exhaling slowly to collect himself. Doing his best to smother the dark thoughts that nipped at his mind, trying to poison Chara's gentle words, he busied himself with packing the precious lute carefully away. It should fit neatly under the desk-come-bed, and then, perhaps, he could speak to Sun.