I flew through the streets feeling contemplative. There was a warmth in my chest that only my time with the Weaver could match.
Warmth. Happiness. Love.
I kicked myself for staying away for so long. I should have flown here the moment I woke up.
Then, shaking my head, I landed in front of the inn, where Rowan, Miss Rita, and Anna were sleeping.
Well, were supposed to be sleeping. Anna's window was open, and candlelight streamed out into the streets below.
I closed my eyes, and let myself feel the many complicated things I was feeling, and then opened them, sparked with a grim resolve.
There was one more thing I needed to do tonight.
I climbed the steps to Rowan's room and knocked lightly.
"Rowan? Are you awake?"
"Sir? Come in." I heard him reply groggily.
I opened the door, to find Rowan sitting up in bed, blinking in the light of the spirits I had floating around me.
