We returned to the Divine Throne shortly after sunset, appearing within one of the cathedral's inner courtyards. The fighting had quieted considerably, though Fatesworn still hurried through the halls, carrying supplies and reports.
"There's something I need to attend to," Luke said, turning toward me. "You should return to Haven and rest. You've done enough for one day."
I nodded, though I wasn't particularly tired. The discomfort left by Magic's spell had mostly faded, and my soul felt better than it had that morning. If anything, I was energized; though my body was fatigued, my mind wouldn't rest.
"I'll see you later?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course." He brushed a hand against my cheek before flying away. I watched him leave, then reached for Haven, preparing to return to the First Light Inn.
"Well, well. Look who's finally back.
