[It takes a moment before Ravus can respond. He bows his head, letting his hair cover his face.]

You...truly cared for her. [He hadn't been sure before. There had always been the possibility in his mind that Lunafreya was sacrificing herself for one who only considered their betrothal an obligation.

It almost makes it worse, knowing Lunafreya could have had everything she'd wanted, could have been happily wed to a man who loved her, if not for the Gods' and their plots. He is not actually crying now. It is raining, on his face, inside.]

I promised her...I would return...your father's blade to you. [His fists ball up, and he slams them down on the tabletop.] Now, I cannot do even that for her.