Chapter Twenty-Eight: History, Apparently
Orion left around noon. "Checking on things," he'd said, which Elara had learned over four centuries was Orion's specific phrase for doing something I'm not going to explain and will not be asked about, and she'd let him go without pushing because some battles weren't worth the energy and Orion's vagueness about his own activities had been a constant since before she was born. Seraphina stayed. Curled into the corner of the sofa with a cup of something she wasn't drinking, looking around the house with the specific curiosity of someone cataloguing a sibling's life that they'd missed eleven months of. "This is nice," she said. "The house." "Thank you," Elara said. "Very domestic," Seraphina said. "Very — settled. I like it." "It's been an adjustment," Elara said. Seraphina looked at
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