Snow covered the streets of Creslan. People went about their day as usual, moving between shops and inns while horse-drawn carriages rolled through the city
Cael was asleep on the cot in the corner, his bellus curled on top of his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. Somebody had gotten a blanket over him at some point. He hadn't moved in hours.
Arthur sat across the small table from Theodore, a bowl of soup in front of him that had gone lukewarm without him touching it much. Roz was asleep on his shoulder, ears curled, not reacting to anything.
Neither of them said much for a while.
Theodore broke it first. "Vex. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Why do you ask, Theo?"
"Nothing. It's just — you're deep in thought." A beat. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing." Arthur looked at the soup. "Just. Thinking about how fast everything happened. It's been a week since we got to Creslan. And the situation's already this bad."
He looked at his hands. They shook a little.
