Her actions were strangely familiar as if she had known him for a long time, her eyes closing as she drifted off.
He kissed her cheek, shifting out of her arms to prevent the cake from burning the house down before returning quietly.
The circles around Rowan's eyes had deepened from lack of sleep and he hadn't spoken to anyone in days. He looked out the window of his apartment, running his hand through his damp hair, before leaving, slinging his bow over his shoulder.
Lark grabbed his arm as he passed and he flinched, looking at her with a glare. She didn't seem to notice as she pulled him into the room
"We haven't seen you in days," Lark was saying to Rowan, giving Miko a small smile. "You look just awful."
Miko hesitated, offering back another smile. Tez said nothing, resting her head on her hand as Miko spoke up in broken English. "Lark, I ask of favor."
She sighed, giving up and switching to native tongue. "There is a ceremony tonight. Tezkhi and I would like to go. It would be lovely if I could, and you could even join us if I experience symptoms. Rowan can come too, if he'd like."
Rowan's brow furrowed and Lark turned to him with a raised brow. He tried to pull away, speaking to Lark in Elvish. The language was naturally round and smooth, but the words were sharp and harsh in his mouth. She chattered back and sounded almost as if she were soothing him, and he glared at her fiercely.
She said something else to him and his gaze softened before he sighed and muttered in English. "Fine."
