Gingko was in that mood again, the one where she wanted to punch everything and everyone. When she noticed Amber shaking, though, she could be nothing but concerned. She loved her Garde like a daughter, and she would never forgive herself if something happened to her.
"Yes, let's," she grunted. "Speaking of which, come with me to the dock. You need some time." Usually, when Gingko wasn't feeling well, a little bit of sitting alone or with a close friend helped. She didn't know what was wrong with Amber, since she wasn't that sensitive, but there was something wrong and Gingko didn't like it. She began to walk towards the dock, but not before shooting a glare at Richie.
Rowan hadn't really spoken or done anything productive the past hours, but one look at Esme and he couldn't help but melt. Wlilow's death had beaten him up -- badly -- but it hadn't broken him. Not yet, he couldn't break just yet. He still had a lot worth living for.
And Esme was number one on that list.
"I never stopped thinking about you," he admitted. There were still tears in his eyes, but he didn't let it bother him. "At first I was afraid, because Apricot was Number One, but I knew you could handle it. I knew that with you in charge, I had no need to worry, but I still did. Because I always cared about you, I cared a whole lot, and Esme, I..."
Say it. Tell her, a voice in his head coaxed.
I can't.
Say it, you idiot! said the voice again. It sounded almost like... no...
"I just don't know what to do."
Damn you, Rowan Adamson. You haven't changed at all.
Icaron watched the exchange with a smile on his face. He was so proud -- of his daughter, of Rori, of the family he wanted them all to become someday. He immediately knew what she meant by Janice losing a member, and he knew Acacia did too. She looked so sharp and focused, it was impossible for her to miss it. Icaron was so busy studying the two that he only became aware of Rori's proximity as she pressed against him. He couldn't help but smile, and though he was still standing, inside he was a mess of anxiety and butterflies having Loric War Two in his stomach. Keep your composure, Icaron, he told himself. You are about to lead a planet. Do not pass out, start hyperventilating, or lose your mind.
Luckily, Acacia's response helped to give him something else to focus on, though he loved how close Rori was. He just couldn't handle the emotions. "Yes, ma'am?" said Acacia calmly. Icaron knew her question was both asking what the favor was and implying that she would likely agree to it. Like him, she seemed to like using double meanings at key points. He loved his daughter dearly, and hoped that when the time came, Rori would also accept her as her own.
Do not freak out. Do not run off the stage. Do not start crying, he told himself as, very casually, he put a hand on Rori's closest shoulder. Do not suddenly have a heart attack. Do not die on the spot. Do not ask one of them to kill you.
So many do nots, Icaron mused, finding himself a little disturbed by where his train of thought was going. But I don't know what to do. I'm not used to not knowing what to do. Maybe this. He slid his arm across her shoulders gently, and he hoped his heart wouldn't spontaneously fail him. Oh, I'm an idiot. I feel like I am going to die...
But I love it.


