Qyren Leret
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Qyren's brows knit at his apology, and she added another layer to her growing understanding of her companion. She eyed the headset as Alexander tucked it into his ear, faint surprise crossing her features at the loud chastisement that followed. A fleeting smile appeared on her face at the swift handling of the situation, but it fell when Alexander turned his attention back to her. His eyes were quite blue.
"I won't accept the transfer if you do," she replied, voice and gaze unwavering. Somehow, she had changed him with her words; this was closer to the man she had expected to find when she went to visit the hospital. The distance was growing between them as he settled back into the mindset of a mercenary, rather than whatever he had been considering himself before. Apparently, he really had forgotten his job and how time sensitive it was. For just a moment, Qyren regretted that she had reminded him of it, though she knew that ignorance could not have gone on forever.
A gentle gesture of her fingers indicated he should walk with her, and she guided him down a winding route to Rindaren's shop. If anyone had thought to follow them, it would have become obvious to her more quickly that way. Eventually, they turned out onto a narrow back road that ran parallel to the main avenue, only half a block from their target. The heavy foot-traffic could be seen down the side street that ran alongside the building, and the sounds clearly echoed over and around the buildings separating Alexander and Qyren from the bustle of early morning business. When Alexander would have continued walking, Qyren caught his arm with her hand and pulled him back; he would overshoot his destination that way.
It had also suddenly hit her that she was assisting someone in committing a murder. Whether or not that murder was justified, she would have a hand in the blood spilled once Alexander caught up with Rindaren, as she was certain he would eventually. Her lips parted soundlessly for a moment before she closed her mouth again, precious seconds ticking by. She had already made the choice; there was no way for her to turn back now. The consequences of her actions were something she would have to accept and live with. This would be a choice, a day, that she knew she would reflect on often in the future.
"The second building, third door down. It could be street-level or there might be a flight of stairs to a lower level. That should be the entrance to the storage area of his store." She slid her hand from his arm. There would be no need for her to find him clothing or shelter for the evening now. This would be his last stop before he moved on to wherever Rindaren had escaped to, assuming that he didn't get caught by the authorities before he left. The hospital would most certainly have noticed his escape by now. They might do nothing, but it would be wise for Qyren to concoct a story anyway, in case someone asked around.
It was also where Qyren knew she had to leave him; lurking around the store would be suspicious, and she certainly wasn't going to go in with him. He wouldn't be looking to take her with him when he left either, not that she had any intention of leaving her parents. Several cliched good-byes crossed her mind, each just as distasteful as the last, but nothing better occurred to her. She finally settled for a smile and "Try not to get yourself killed, Alexander."
Qyren's brows knit at his apology, and she added another layer to her growing understanding of her companion. She eyed the headset as Alexander tucked it into his ear, faint surprise crossing her features at the loud chastisement that followed. A fleeting smile appeared on her face at the swift handling of the situation, but it fell when Alexander turned his attention back to her. His eyes were quite blue.
"I won't accept the transfer if you do," she replied, voice and gaze unwavering. Somehow, she had changed him with her words; this was closer to the man she had expected to find when she went to visit the hospital. The distance was growing between them as he settled back into the mindset of a mercenary, rather than whatever he had been considering himself before. Apparently, he really had forgotten his job and how time sensitive it was. For just a moment, Qyren regretted that she had reminded him of it, though she knew that ignorance could not have gone on forever.
A gentle gesture of her fingers indicated he should walk with her, and she guided him down a winding route to Rindaren's shop. If anyone had thought to follow them, it would have become obvious to her more quickly that way. Eventually, they turned out onto a narrow back road that ran parallel to the main avenue, only half a block from their target. The heavy foot-traffic could be seen down the side street that ran alongside the building, and the sounds clearly echoed over and around the buildings separating Alexander and Qyren from the bustle of early morning business. When Alexander would have continued walking, Qyren caught his arm with her hand and pulled him back; he would overshoot his destination that way.
It had also suddenly hit her that she was assisting someone in committing a murder. Whether or not that murder was justified, she would have a hand in the blood spilled once Alexander caught up with Rindaren, as she was certain he would eventually. Her lips parted soundlessly for a moment before she closed her mouth again, precious seconds ticking by. She had already made the choice; there was no way for her to turn back now. The consequences of her actions were something she would have to accept and live with. This would be a choice, a day, that she knew she would reflect on often in the future.
"The second building, third door down. It could be street-level or there might be a flight of stairs to a lower level. That should be the entrance to the storage area of his store." She slid her hand from his arm. There would be no need for her to find him clothing or shelter for the evening now. This would be his last stop before he moved on to wherever Rindaren had escaped to, assuming that he didn't get caught by the authorities before he left. The hospital would most certainly have noticed his escape by now. They might do nothing, but it would be wise for Qyren to concoct a story anyway, in case someone asked around.
It was also where Qyren knew she had to leave him; lurking around the store would be suspicious, and she certainly wasn't going to go in with him. He wouldn't be looking to take her with him when he left either, not that she had any intention of leaving her parents. Several cliched good-byes crossed her mind, each just as distasteful as the last, but nothing better occurred to her. She finally settled for a smile and "Try not to get yourself killed, Alexander."