Elune was in tears.
While she didn't fully break down and wail, she had been shedding tears for an hour since she started to pack 'my' things.
But none of them were actually mine. Luc had given the instruction that I could - and should - take anything I need. I insisted that I would leave just with the old suit and shoes that I wore to come here, taking nothing with me, but Elune was irresistibly insistent that I take away with me the 'best of the best' from my wardrobe.
She pleaded with me to stay. Just for another month. Just for a fortnight. Just for a week. Just for another day.
I firmly refused every time, but seeing her so sad like that made it harder each time.
