Silver Creek interruptus

Addison isn't sure about that, but then, she doesn't know Lilah well at all. What appears as meekness could merely be a front. One must be, however, cunning to put up such a front—and she. . . The Odolf witch sighs, shaking her head in response to her inner musings. She doesn't know at all.

Instead, she is grateful for Grayson's offer of rest, and takes him up on it wholeheartedly, beginning to follow him back into the heart of the territory. It is good to see you again, Oryx, she murmurs to the dark woman before she departs, and then stifles a yawn.

I could sleep for days, Addison remarks to her brother, in a rare show of honest humor. Tail low and posture docile, she slips into her accustomed position just behind Grayson, eyes barely blinking back exhaustion.

It is. . .good?. . .to be home.