LYSSARA
I heard a voice, but did not turn or move. Not because the voice was unimportant, because I had been standing at the northern terrace window since before the pack house woke and the grey predawn light was just beginning to find the tree line and the voice was Thalric's and it was coming from the kitchen doorway and it was saying the tea is ready and I was not ready to stop standing at the window yet because the window was where I went when I needed to hold something before I put it down and I was holding the morning after the founding compact's full restoration and it needed one more moment before I put it down and went to drink my tea.
He did not ask again. He simply waited, and the waiting was the correct response, and he had always known the right response.
I stood at the win
