Chapter 82
"Breathe," Ravyn laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "We can do all of those things. But maybe we start with checking that you're feeling okay? No tummy aches or itchy spots or anything that feels weird?"
This was their routine—the health check that Ravyn insisted on every time she saw him, the systematic assessment of his well-being that helped calm her constant anxiety about his severe allergies and the dozens of ways his small body could betray him without warning.
Rhysand tolerated the questions with patient understanding, nodding seriously as he reported that yes, he felt good, no, nothing hurt, yes, he'd been careful about what he ate, no, he hadn't touched anything Papa Dante said was dangerous.
"He's been perfect," Dante confirmed from the doorway, where he'd b
