It’s cold and comfort is fleeting. Even the Commander grows lonely sometimes.
Caladbolg, reshaping itself. A clear message that he has proven worthy.
He doesn't feel worthy.
Sadly not a shipfic, rather its a short story about guilt and coming to terms with the events of Heart of Thorns.
“Is it true Sylvari do not receive the first words of their soulmate?” her finger dips into the grooves and Canach hisses.
“Don’t do that.” he mutters sullenly, annoyed if used to the feeling of his mark being violated. “Sylvari get names.”
He can see the Countess smile as she lays her head on his chest.
“You poor thing.”