Turin had gone rigid with shock. What?!? Was it...was it that obvious? Oh, Great Waters, if anyone watched him like Kelebek watched him...but who would do that, really? He swallowed nervously, pushing down the momentary panic to respond...but she was already gone.
He stared after her for a moment, then back towards the throne...then back towards the open waters outside, torn. He should go after her...but what would he say? She was right...but that didn't make it any less painful. And something within him hurt to see her in such pain. He wasn't sure where anything stood anymore...he was confused, lost, and without guidance. Maybe...some time...time heals all wounds, right? He could find her later maybe...
And right now, he had other damage control to consider. He had to try to explain things to Tari before they got worse with even more time. Hmm...seemed to contradict his earlier thoughts about time healing all, but...he supposed you had to clean the wound before it could heal properly. It was a dejected Captain who leaned slowly to pick up his discarded spear from the floor, ignoring the empty feeling in his chest as he drifted off towards the palace halls.