Ashe passed him the bread before he even reached for it.
It was not a grand gesture. She was not putting on a performance. Some deep, subconscious part of her had simply updated the spatial rules between them, and she had not even realized the patch had been installed. Her shoulder rested comfortably against his. When he spoke, she answered him directly instead of addressing the table, which was her usual habit when lost in thought.
From across the kitchen, Valerica watched this silent exchange. Her dark eyes noticed absolutely everything and filed the details away without a single outward reaction.
Isole had the Silver Wood archive open, her gaze fixed entirely on the heavy cover.
