FAELAN'S POV
I lifted my head from the cluttered chaos of my desk as the door to my study creaked open. Ink-stained notes, half-finished correspondence, and stacked reports blurred together until my gaze settled on the figure stepping inside.
Renli.
Leathers scuffed from training, blonde hair braided tight.
I arched a brow. “Well?”
She crossed the room in a few long strides and dropped into the chair across from me. “Twiglet and the twins just got back from Heartwild,” she said. “She’s already resting.”
A slow breath left me. “Good,” I murmured.
I’d wanted to take Aviona to Heartwild myself after we returned from Lumara. After everything that had happened—the chaos, the strain, the way she’d pushed herself beyond every limit—I knew she needed time to recover.
But there had been to
