Rhys met us at the gates himself, and the moment he saw me, he saw Callum shaken but whole beside me, something in his face broke open with a relief so plain it made my chest ache.
"You're all right," he said, pulling me into an embrace tight enough to remind me, uncomfortably, of exactly how much uncertainty he'd carried through every hour I'd been gone.
"We're all right," I confirmed, and felt him exhale against me, the tension of days finally releasing.
Callum stood awkwardly a few feet away, taking in Ashgrave's gates, the warriors moving around us, the general weight of a life so far removed from cooperage in Marren's Ford that I watched him visibly struggle to process it.
"You're the Luna," he said finally, quietly, looking between Rhys and me. "Aren't you? That's what all this i
