By the time the group got to the Rebellion camp, Ambers' skin was dotted and lined with sweat. He made sure not to complain, and he kept his sight on an angle to the ground. Somehow, he managed to keep up with the group. For once, he thanked his genetic mutation.
The moment that Zio's weight was liberated from himself, it took him a couple seconds to straighten himself out as Simon ordered people around. He was surprised, though, to find Zio being waved to go to a cell- thinking that Simon would have wanted to know how to free his mother as soon as possible.
Perhaps it was a Faerie thing... or just a Simon thing. He was still pretty emotionally charged by the way he carried himself, Ambers could tell.
He took a moment while Simon and the others were occupied to bring out the rag he had nearly pulled out earlier, and he used it to clean his face and neck free of the sweat. Now that he took a bit of a break standing off to the side, he could already feel his body recovering from the strenuous activity.
Almost absent-mindedly, Ambers' hand drifted up the opposite arm in expectation to find his most meaningful belonging- only to feel no band wrapped around his bicep. His eyes immediately jumped to the red fabric that wrapped around Zio's head, who was now being hauled off to a cell, and he stepped forward towards the soldiers, only to catch the movement of Simon leading away from the group.
Where are you going?
Ambers looked back to the red fabric on Zio's head, then back to the departing Simon.
Gritting his teeth a little, he took a bit of a restless breath, before starting after the King- careful to keep a bit of a distance. Roan had no idea if Simon was still mad at him, and to what extent his fury still remained. All he knew was that he had to make it right with him before the meeting... otherwise the tension would continue, and that would be awkward for everyone involved.
Tailing Simon, Roan kept his gaze fairly sharp and noticed the man stopping up ahead. It was pretty sudden and prompted his own stop as well, but he couldn't exactly make out who Simon had seen. Within the next moment, the King continued his brisk pace to what was now seeming to be his personal quarters.
Ambers followed, waiting for Simon to enter the quarters before he too climbed the stairs. He paused, however, at the corner of the entrance, debating on if the King needed time alone. Ambers, of course, had a bit of an easy solution to that- which was to step inside. If Simon wanted him to go away, Roan knew he could at the mere gesture of the hand.
"You can get yourself set up at the table. The others will be here soon enough, but there's snacks and water... Help yourself to whatever you need."
Ambers looked at Simon, trying to read his tone for any sign of anger or annoyance, but it was hard to. At least the offering of food or water was a bit of progress, he knew Simon wouldn't offer that much if he was as troubled as before.
"... Thanks." Ambers said after a moment, and he decided that taking up that offer would show that he wasn't upset at Simon. The soldier moved to stand beside the table, glancing at the basket of fruit that was upon it- and grabbed the first one his hand had touched. Unbeknown to Roan, he just chose one of the sourest fruits this earth grew. The Furyan was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize that the yellowness of the object in his hand was perhaps the only given warning of his future misfortune.
Ambers looked to Simon again, turning the yellow fruit with subtly pointed ends in his hand for what felt like a very long moment.
"Simon... I want to apologize for earlier. What I asked was insensitive, and it was unfair to you. I'm sorry." Roan said, and he looked down a little in thought of how upset he had made Simon. Ambers felt it as a bit of a symptom of still learning about Fae history, and, well... the whole royalty complex this New World was built upon. Ambers knew he really did breach his position and place in this society more often than not. "I promise I will do better."
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