"Hey," Fin said in the soft voice he only used with her.
"Hi." Her voice cracked on the single syllable.
He crossed the room and crouched in front of her chair, his hands finding her knees, his eyes level with hers.
"Come home with me. You're destroying yourself in this room."
"I'm okay, Fin."
"No. You're not. The matebond has been carrying your exhaustion and your grief, baby. I'm asking you to let me take some of it."
"I can't leave him." The words came out immediately, reflexive, the automatic response of a woman who had already considered and rejected this option a hundred times.
"Alaric is here. Hyran is monitoring. Tiberon has a rotation in place. He is being cared for."
"I know he's being cared for. I need to be here when he wakes up. If he wakes up..." She trailed off. The sentence died in her throat.
