Phoebus took her to be a priestess of the sanctuary and greeted her back politely.
“Good morning, lady,” he said.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. I did. I was very tired after yesterday.”
“You and your sister did well to help save that girl.”
“Olwyn,” he confirmed. “Well, it was really Calliope and my father. I went to keep Calliope safe.”
“You did a fine job.” She smiled warmly and reached out to touch his arm.
At her touch, Phoebus thought he could never be happier than he did in that moment, for it filled him with pure joy and hope. “Are you a priestess here?”
She smiled again, her brilliant blue eyes leaving him to stare out at the field and the marshes beyond. “I am not from here. I know your father well, though.”
“Shall I get him for you?”
“No. I just wanted to say hello and to
