(Caius)
She came down for breakfast.
I hadn't been sure she would. Sera had told me the night before that Isla had finally slept and I'd been glad to hear it but sleep and being willing to sit at a table full of unfamiliar wolves were two different things and I hadn't wanted to assume one meant the other was coming easily.
But she came down.
Zeron had shown her where the main dining room was, I'd asked him to check on her in the morning and make sure she knew where to go, and she arrived just after the table had been set. She was wearing new clothes, one of the simpler sets from the wardrobe, and her hair had been washed and was still damp at the ends and she looked different from the girl I'd carried out of that shack two days ago. Not completely different. The wariness was still in h
