A continuation of the
previous journal post...
So.
Now that he'd had food, he was finally ready [for real or not] to face the manor.
Suffice to say he was none to keen on this foray, but if he was to find out what's going on, he had to go where they were. Where he was now.
Just one of those fears he had to face. And deal with.
Much as he loved Arianrhod, her presence could not lift the gloom from his mood.
It has to be done, but please Merlin let my brother not be present.