Kieran P.O.V.
By the time Solas calls for us, the training courtyard already feels like a second home.
Not mine, exactly. Moonshadow’s stone and chalk and history are written into every scrape on the ground. But I’ve bled in this circle. I watched Amelia relearn how to stand in this circle. Sat on that bench enough times watching Rayven threaten people that it’s beginning to feel familiar.
Today, it’s different.
Because today, it isn’t just me.
Amelia walks beside me as we cross the paving stones, her boots whispering over the worn stone. She moves more confidently than she did on that first lap through the healer wing, but there’s still a carefulness to her steps—a deliberate control indicating she’s listening to every muscle.
Solas leads in front, easy, confident strides. Lucian fl
