“I made some soup,” Merin said as she poked her head through the door. “You should have some.”
Rajel nodded absently. It felt so strange to be back in his old bedroom. The place was pristine. No clothes on the floor or junk on the desk. Though he had never given it much thought, a part of him had assumed that he would never see this place again. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Grumbling under her breath, Merin stepped into the room. He could tell by her frown that they were about to have an argument. Oh, what he would have given to have spatial awareness as a teenager. “You shouldn’t have antagonized that telepath.”
“This again,” Rajel muttered.
“I’m serious.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rajel winced and tilted his head back. “I know you’re serious, Mom,” he said. “And this is th
