[Bren was grateful for the driver's discretion at not mentioning the things that he had undoubtedly heard -- or the clear tears in the seat that he could certainly see. He nodded in gratitude as the man held the door, taking Essek in his arms and making his way through the manor. Essek was light as a whispered prayer in his arms, but he still held him carefully, his precious treasure to be treated as such.

Eventually he stepped through Essek's workroom into the bedchamber where he had not yet been. There was something tomblike about it, but there was life enough in it with the two of them here -- Essek warm and alive in his arms from the blood that he'd taken not long before.

Carefully, he settled his mate gently on his bed before going to make certain that the door was indeed locked, secure and safe against the oncoming day. That done he stepped out of his shoes and moved to join Essek on the bed, leaning over him, one arm propped to the far side of his body as he loomed over the drowpire.]

That is good to know, that I can be here quickly if I should ever need to. ...though I will spend the days with you as long as I'm allowed to.

[Right here by his side, a faithful guardian to make certain that neither the day nor any creature who moved about in it could even dream of touching his mate, his beloved.]