Nayru watched as Farore nearly flung herself at the horse, and was surprised to find that the horse and man both did stop at her arrival. Ruby eyes narrowed, for she had not known Farore knew Saluce at all, and certainly had not known that the woman held any sway over whether he went or left. That it was Farore and not Nayru that halted the large man in his tracks stung a little, but neither did she show this. Merely she watched the exchange between the two of them, trying to comprehend when and where they had met. It must have been right before he left, during the time Nayru was holed up in her home made of glass.
"Are you alright?" Farore's words were concerned, the sharp amethyst eyes searching his face. He had once before had a seizure in front of her and his face now matched his face then. "Get off your horse." The voice, coming from a creature that held no authority in Dahlia de Mai or over Saluce Trembley, was sharp, almost demanding, but more frantic than anything else. Whatever drove it cause a stir in Nayru, as she tried to understand what was happening and found herself still out of the loop. And yet, her voice softened, held just the tiniest tinge of emotion then. "Saluce, what's wrong?"
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