The room felt warmer than it should have, or maybe it was just the absence of the cold.
Phaeryl stood near the bed, fingers working through the damp ends of her hair, testing how much strength had returned to her limbs. Not perfect, but at least better than before.
Across the room, Xhanes had already changed. His movements had been quick, precise like everything he did had a purpose, even something as simple as drying off. Now he stood by the window, gaze fixed outside, already assessing a place they had only just entered.
They had been fortunate enough to enter Carlisle but had to be careful with everything they did now.
Xhanes walked towards her and closed in, making Phaeryl inch back.
“Let's try psyche communication. So they won't hear us.” He whispered in a low tone. Phaeryl neve
