THIRD PERSON POV
The tent was quiet but not peaceful. Quiet in the way a room becomes when words have been said and can’t be taken back, when every heartbeat thuds too loud in silence.
Ravenna found her cot and sat on the edge of it, her back stiff, and her hands pressed together in her lap. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she clasped them. She did not look at Kael, but stared instead at the canvas wall, her eyes sharp and unfocused, as if by sheer will she could pierce through it and escape.
Kael stood at first, hovering like a man who didn’t know whether to come closer or retreat. The last hug and shared vulnerability had left them both feeling awkward. The weight in his chest was unbearable, pressing hard with every second of her silence. Finally, unable to stand the distanc
