He sighted while leaning back on the armchair, staring absently out of the window of the second floor, towards the faint source of light in the murkiness of the night that was Trollsbane. Ashayen had walked out today. He was hardly certain what was the exact reason but he guessed that it didn't really matter. The whole situation was shite and a complicated mess.. so complicated, so much more painful than the storms they had weathered in the past. They had a daughter, who suffered and despaired visibly when listening to their argue.
Ashayen wanted to be free. In the back of his mind he understood how bitter it must have been for Ashayen, when she constantly found herself in his shadow or felt forced to act in certain way because of his position. They had both been happy before his aspirations and success, after which life had become more and more complicated after each triumph or achievement. The thought made him more depressed, because he knew that Ashayen was a personality worthy of her own reputation and fame, and however guilty his ambitions had been in creation of the current mess, he had always tried his best to support Ashayen in her aspirations. She should have known that whatever she wanted to do, he would have stood by her side as long as she remained true to him.. even if his own ambitions would prevent him from joining forces with her. And now, she was gone.. out in the dark night.
As she left, he had tried his best to calm Eyda and to make her feel better and safe, even though he knew that there was no certainty that things would improve at all. A weary grin crept on his lips as he realized that he hadn't thought about drinking before.. maybe because of the unusual and new sense of responsibility he felt towards the girl who was sleeping downstairs. His daughter.. their daughter. He'd just have to try his best to cope with the situation without the oh-so familiar comfort offered by mistress alcohol, who had taken away his pain so many times in the past.
However.. in the end, Eyda was right.. there still was hope, even if the hope appeared as nothing but the dimmest star on a pitch-black sky. Their daughter was the hope, and maybe she knew that herself too.