Kaelen closed the window and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold under his bare feet. His boots sat by the door, cleaned and oiled, and his coat hung from a hook on the wall, the bloodstains scrubbed away.
Someone had taken care of him. Someone had carried him home, undressed him, washed him, and put him to bed. Someone had stayed long enough to make sure he would wake.
Rin
The thought made him warm, she really went above and beyond.
He dressed slowly, his fingers clumsy on the buttons. Sprite climbed to its usual perch on his shoulder, claws gentle for once, and together they walked out of the room and down the corridor toward the kitchens.
He was hungry. Ravenous, the kind of hunger that came after burning through nearly all of his mana, his body demanding fuel to rebuild what he had spent.
