It was not Abraxos who landed at the crossroads. And there was no sign of Manon Blackbeak.
Here, or one of the guards training facilities? She braced herself for the shutdown.But Chaol just said flatly, Here is fine.
She tried again. Perhaps being around the other guards will be beneficial to—Here is fine. Then he moved himself onto the floor, sliding his body away from the couch and low-lying table and to the open carpet. I need you to brace my feet.Yrene checked her irritation at the tone, the outright refusal. But she still said as she knelt before him, Have we really gone back to that place?
He ignored her question and launched into a series of upward curls, his powerful body surging up, then down. One, two, three … She lost count around sixty.He didnt meet her stare each time he rose up over his bent knees.
It was natural, for the emotional healing to be as difficult as the physical. For there to be hard days—hard weeks, even. But hed been smiling when shed left him last night, and—
Tell me what happened. Something happened today. Her tone was perhaps not quite as gentle as a healers ought to be.No, he said sharply, pausing his approach near their usual couch. Now is fine.
She couldnt look at him. Couldnt meet his eyes. Or explain why.She ignored the command in her name and went to the desk, seating herself behind it, grateful for the wall of carved wood between them. The stability of it beneath her palm as she opened up her satchel from where shed left it along the edge and began unpacking her things with careful precision. Vials of oils she did not need. Journals.
Books—the ones shed taken from the library, The Song of Beginning with them. Along with those ancient, precious scrolls. She had not been able to think of a safer place for them beyond here. Beyond him.Yrene said very quietly, I can make up a tonic. For her. If such a thing is needed. Isnt wanted, I mean.