Four days into simply resting, I understood exactly why Doran had once told me I'd wear a path in the floor if anyone let me.
I loved my garden. I loved the quiet mornings with my father and the slower rebuilding of everything I'd lost inside myself since Blackthorn. But there was only so much idle rest a person could take before the mind started circling the same worries over and over with nothing else to occupy it, and mine had begun circling dangerously close to memories I didn't want to sit with all day.
"You look like you're about to climb the walls," Kellan observed over breakfast, watching me push the same piece of bread around my plate without actually eating it.
"I need something to do," I admitted. "Something useful. I can't train the way I used to, not now, and I refuse to sp
