Raven's face was covered in flickering shadows as she gazed at Kael as the fire pit's flames blazed low. She could still hear the name the dying scout had said. "Papa."
With the exception of Kael, everyone had withdrawn into a nervous quiet. Even when Dax started setting up the defensive lines after the onslaught, he had remained silent.
Raven stated quietly but steadily, "Kael, we need to talk." Right now.
He gestured for her to follow him inside the vacant tent beyond the healer's quarters after giving her a hesitant nod. There was smoke and ancient plants in the air.
"There was a reason I rejected you that day," Kael said in a hoarse voice, "but I should have told you sooner." It wasn't only the council or obligation. I had violated an oath.
Raven scowled. What sort of oath is it?
