Conflict raged inside Penelo's heart. It would be so easy to concede and allow Larsa to take care of her for a change. Following his directives usually came easily to her, and were welcome. But on the other hand, she had a responsibility to him, to look out for him, and frankly warn him.

Only with his insistent prompting did she even look up, and when she did, her eyes were misting over. She just... couldn't do it. Nor could she let him worry over her when he had bigger concerns, even if he didn't realize it.

"It's alright, really. Just promise me you won't leave again. That's enough."