Dain’s POV
Something about hearing my name spoken so gently followed me long after Martha and I left the room, and even after the door closed behind us, I found myself standing in the silent hallway for several seconds, feeling reluctant to walk away now that I knew she was finally somewhere warm, fed, and safe enough to rest.
After the door closed quietly behind us, I waited for a moment without moving, listening until I heard nothing from inside except the faint creak of the bed as Nymera settled beneath the blankets. Then i moved and Martha immediately fell into step beside me with her hands tucked comfortably inside the pockets of her apron.
"So," she said.
I sighed quietly.
"So?"
"Don't play innocent."
"I'm not."
Martha folded her arms while continuing to walk beside me, wear
