Kieran P.O.V
Rayven doesn’t come back alone.
She steps in first, hair more chaotic than usual, a mug in one hand. Behind her, the doorway fills with Lucian’s shoulders and Solas’s steadier shadow.
My spine goes tight before my brain catches up.
Easy, Shade murmurs. If they wanted you dead, they’d have done it before they let you sit by her bed.
“Good,” Rayven says, eyeing me like I’m a stubborn patient. “You’re awake. That saves me the trouble of kicking the chair.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, already on guard.
“Nothing new,” she says. “Thane wants you. Training talk. Planning. Solas insisted it happen before tomorrow morning.”
Of course he did.
Solas steps fully into the room, gaze going first to Amelia. He takes in her even breathing, relaxed expression, the faint flush of real sleep
