Nothing, and no one would keep him from here. He may have walked away unwanted by majority, and not about to be a doormat. But, he would never not show up for Ravenna, or Attica. Nor depress the concern for Enoki that lingered. Even Sven with his rather nonsensical ideas. Thinking the worst of him just because he hadn't fallen into line with his selfish desires. A servant for his royal highness. An honor he should feel so thankful for. Fuck that.
The Lyall did not stay where he was not wanted nor respected. Something he would think Sven would have understood being wounded in the department himself. But, he highly doubted the boy had grasped the concept, even now. Did they think he'd just weaseled out? He was "crushed" he didn't amount to the high mantel Nicolo was set on? The Archer who hadn't showed up for the death of Elettra, or dare step up to leadership. Though easily managed to plant his golden seed, and make up for it? Yeah, how would he ever live with himself?
What he was most curious about was if Sven had made his own. For all the time he'd spent at the Draw it had to have been for a girl. Yeah, it would be nice to see how the young Archer was sleeping in the bed he had made. Hopefully in all his ambition he hadn't burned the place down.
The entry in his sight, it was different. It was quiet. It was like walking up to a house, and wondering if anybody was even home. He had come the later part of morning, sticking to the northern borders. Feeling he might catch any of them this way at this time. But, it was different. Sven, Ravenna, and Nic were here. There was a new scent of a female. But Enoki's didn't seem as dominant, and Attica's was entirely absent. Already, he felt a twist in his chest, and fault in his breath. A measure of guilt. Gold eyes flicked over the invisible barrier. He hadn't wanted to howl, not first thing. But, if he had too.