Three weeks after the battle, Rena figured out what had happened on the roof the night before.
Not the night before the battle — she had known about that, having been there. The other night. The war room night. The night that had changed the specific quality of the space between Mira and Damien.
Rena was perceptive in the way of someone who paid attention to people as a primary activity rather than a secondary one, and she had been watching Mira and Damien for thirty-eight days. She noticed things. She noticed that they stood on the same side of the table now. She noticed that when Damien spoke in the war room his eyes found Mira first. She noticed that Mira had stopped maintaining the specific small distance she had kept in the first two weeks.
She noticed all of it.
She said nothing
