They stopped at a restaurant with a warm enough interior. The first thing Ravyn noticed when they stepped inside was the soft glow of lights, the low hum of conversations, the clinking of cutlery and quiet laughter weaving together into an almost comforting tune.
It felt painfully normal.
“Table for three,” Willow said easily, already slipping into a version of herself Ravyn hadn’t seen in days. Light and carefree, untouched by everything weighing on them the past few days.
Ravyn followed them to their seats, her shoulders slowly relaxing as she sank into the chair. A server came by, orders were placed. For a little while, they just existed.
“So,” Willow said, leaning forward with a grin. “Tell me everything I missed.”
Ravyn raised an eyebrow. “You mean the part where my life turned i
