Hours passed.
Faelyn dozed fitfully, jerking awake at every sound.
The cave had gone quiet. Most of the wolves sleeping or on guard rotation.
Dawn couldn't be far now.
She could feel it through the bonds—Roshan and Nyx getting closer with every passing hour.
The door opened.
Not loud like Velryn.
Not smooth like Scar'oth.
Just... quiet and careful.
Karvesh stepped inside alone.
Silver hair loose around his shoulders. Those mismatched eyes studying her in the dim torchlight.
His gaze flicked to the ropes around her wrists.
Something crossed his face. Amusement, maybe. Or approval.
Like he knew EXACTLY how loose they really were.
'SHIT.'
[FUR!]
'Did he notice? Does he know?'
Faelyn's heart hammered but she kept her face neutral.
Didn't move.
Didn't adjust the ropes.
Didn't give anything away.
Just stared at him like she had no idea what he was seeing.
Like she was still completely helpless and bound.
