Episode Five: The Wolf Among Us
Sypher follows Shiaran into the room, holding at the door until the next person is ready to enter, ensuring the door does not close behind himself. Once in the room, he moves in the same path that Shiaran takes. His focus is on the mission no matter what thoughts of Elm and his family attempt to intrude. He can deal with that later.
His main concern was for Shiaran. Sypher had taken to the training at the monastery because of his ability to compartmentalize his feelings, his thoughts, and his actions. Shiaran was a powder keg waiting to explode. He hoped she would keep her head and not charge in against a foe too much for her, but he also realized she could well focus that anger and take on tougher foes if she needed to right now. They would not be left standing.
Sypher saw nothing of interest in the room, at least not to him. He looked back at his companions, those becoming his friends, and felt grateful that they did not intrude upon the wound freshly opened by the vision in the mirror. No doubt they would have to converse about the turn of events when time permitted - if it ever did.
The implications of his status, one he didn't truly understand until today, had thrown him off balance inside. House Whiteraven's genocide was the past, something dealt with as a boy. House Whiteraven's potential for the throne, the responsibility of it, felt like an enormous burden had suddenly been set on his shoulders and threatened to bring him to his knees. No longer did he have the freedom that he and Shiaran had enjoyed adventuring after her 18th birthday. Now...now his duty to Fildegarne was more than just these faults and fighting the PCA. It extended to the rest of his life.
Sypher frowned.