Gaelan’s home was warm and the warmth came from the fire and settled into the bones. The fire had been built strong, its glow spreading across the furs laid out before it, where Fin sat with both hands buried in a heap of pelts. The child had no care for how carefully they had been arranged earlier, tugging at them, turning them over, pushing himself upright only to fall back with a soft thump and a breathless laugh.
Lysan paused just inside the doorway for a moment, watching. Fin didn’t notice him at first. His focus stayed on the fur in his grip, brow drawn in the and completely distracted by everything around him. Then, as if sensing someone's eyes on him in the room, he looked up.
Their eyes met.
Lysan let out a small breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and a faint smile touch
