Ravin's POV
By the time we all settled at the table, the evening carried that easy, unhurried quality that came with the end of a long day.
Leo made it out of the clinic in time, which Freya took as a personal victory. She announced it the moment he sat down, gesturing at him like she was presenting evidence, and Leo endured it with the expression of someone who long accepted that Freya would always make more of things than he wanted her to.
He looked marginally better than a few hours ago. Still pale, still quiet, but present. That was enough.
Nyx was beside him, mid-story about something from her afternoon class.
She talked with her hands when she got going, and right now both hands were very much involved, and the table kept breaking into laughter before she even reached the poin
