Greg paced his bedroom, mulling over what River had said. He knew fleeing was the worst possible thing to do- he did- it had just seemed like the only option at the time. I want a chance to try, he realized, sinking down on the bed and burying his face in his hands. What the hell do I do now?

"Master Val?" Luthien was standing in the doorway with writing supplies floating in front of her. "You could always owl. Or...I could go to Stone Walk and retrieve some flowers...deliver both myself?"

Greg looked out the window, noting that he'd apparently not slept much. "White lilies, Luthien. If you retrieve them now, I'll write the note."

Setting the supplies on the bedside table, Luthien popped away. She returned moments later with a beautiful bouquet in her arms.

Greg sighed, hoping she would understand his message. He wasn't sure how to say all that he wanted to in a letter. It was bad form. Then again, he'd not answered Maeve's owl either and she was likely to flay him alive for that. With a sigh, he folded the note and used the signet ring Maeve had given him for Christmas, sealed the letter. It simply said

Riv,

It would ruin nothing.

Greg

{attached: a bouquet of white lilies}

Luthien took the note and huffed a bit. "Sleep now, Master Val, you will need your energy for tonight."

He decided that what was done was done and he did need to sleep. He dropped face first onto the bed and succumbed to sleep.

[Summary] Greg finally clues in to what is going on and hopefully starts to make amends with River.