"I wish it would rain", Cadarn lifted his head from where it had been resting, very comfortably, on Gerald's chest. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, yet he had rarely felt so miserable. "I wish there would be something ... I'm so sorry". So confident speaking to crowds, here he just couldn't find the right words; couldn't say what he needed to.

"We've spoken about this", the other man's voice was a pleasing baritone, "you have a duty".

"Ah yes, duty".

Shrugging on his robes, Cadarn prepared to head off to the Circle.

He had a wedding to go to.