Caden’s POV
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He was in the training yard when Fenri found him.
He wasn't training exactly. Just walking, he was taking slow, deliberate laps of the outer wall because Marta had finally agreed to let him out of bed on the condition that he didn’t run, didn’t spar, didn’t do anything that required his chest to do more than exist.
He had been at it for twenty minutes and his ribs were complaining. He didn't care, because moving, even this slowly and carefully, was better than the ceiling.
He heard Fenri before he saw him.
He heard his uneven gait but Caden didn’t turn around.
“Caden.”
He kept walking.
“Caden. I need to tell you something.”
“Then tell me.”
Fenri fell into step beside him and struggled to keep up because Caden didn’t slow down.
“The letter,” Fenri said.
Caden st
