Silverborn?

Chapter 12

"Why was he here if he knows I'm under the Wunderous Society's protection?" Morrigan pesters Jupiter.
"Because he is a numpty." Jupiter replies simply.
"What was all that about the Concerned Idiots Of Nevermoor?" Mog presses.
"Nothing to worry about." Again Jupiter does not elaborate. However, Morrigan did not miss the slight tense of her patron's shoulders.
"You're worried about them, aren't you?"
"It's not them I'm worried about Morrigan! It's you." Jupiter snaps.
"What?" Morrigan stutters after a slight pause. His outburst floored her so much it took several seconds for his words to register.
"People have feared wundersmiths for decades. Every time we go outside people take one look at you and bolt!"
Morrigan didn't need Jupiter to point this out to her, she had seen this behaviour with her own two eyes. Still, hearing this from Jupiter hurt.
"People fear you mog, and when people are scared they do things... that aren't... that they'll regret." Jupiter placed a hand on the door of his study. A symphony of emotions was hidden behind those green eyes. Emotions mog might never get to see.
"What do you mean?" Morrigan asks.
"I think you already know." Jupiter answers, pushing open the door and stepping through.
"Oh, and try to stay out of trouble." He adds, before closing the door behind him.

Morrigan kicks the door in frustration. This did not end well for her toes, and didn't even help her feel better!
"Agh!" She groans. "WHY CAN'T ANYTHING BE EASY?!" Morrigan shouts "It's always 'you'll know when you need to' or 'you're too young, don't worry about it.' Haven't I been through enough? Why do you still shut me out?!?!" She rants. After a brief pause Morrigan stalks off still fuming, with hundreds of thoughts and unanswered questions swirling through her head.

Jupiter is stood on the other side of the door listening to Morrigan's rage.
A single tear rolls down his cheek.
He doesn't like shutting her out, but it is the best way to keep her safe.
"I need to know I'll see your face again mog..." He whispers to the rough oak beneath his fingertips.
"I need to know that you're safe."