Rey and Beau spent the rest of the day after the tense breakfast with Orion cooped up in the room, and while he sat by the windowsill looking out into the woodlands and watching the occasional Lycans that passed by, she wore a path into the floorboards with her nervous pacing.
Beau had noticed this but stayed quiet the whole time, turning to watch her with that careful, small-fry frown he wore when something puzzled him.
"You seem anxious, Rey. Is something wrong?" Beau's gentle voice stunned her across the room. She stopped, glancing up to meet his gaze, a smile tugging at her lips as she tried to hide the fact that she was so nervous she couldn't possibly sit still.
"No, there's nothing wrong," she murmured, closing the distance and taking a seat just beside him with a small sigh.
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