Gilean stirred in his bed only enough to roll over. Sunlight streamed into the room from the windows but he simply shut his eyes against the unwanted glare. How many days had it been since Velentham had taken Sanria? A week? Two? He didn't even know anymore. The days blurred into nights into more days and all the while it felt more and more hopeless.
Initially he had been adamant. He was going to find her and get her back. He had recruited others to help him once she was found - Orn and Colin. He had intended to even visit Ror and ask for his assistance but somewhere along the way Gilean began to lose hope. How many days had Velentham had to work on Sanria's mind? His cousin held a talent for manipulating the thoughts and memories of others and Gilean found it harder and harder to hold out hope that Sanria would even still know him if he were to find her. His mind tormented him more and more of a scenario where he somehow found her, somehow was able to overcome his cousin, and afterward Sanria just looked at him blankly, or worse, pleaded for him to leave her and her true love Velentham alone.
Gilean shut his eyes a bit tighter as a lone tear rolled down onto his pillow. It was all just too much. The truth was he didn't even have a way to find her. Once again he found himself alone and helpless to do anything about it. Maybe this was his lot. Some kind of punishment for previous wrongdoings. Maybe this was what he deserved.
Gilean pulled the covers tighter around himself and sunk deeper into despair.
