by Tara Grayce
Averett pushed his plate aside. “I would like to go over security for the wedding tomorrow one last time.”
“Yes.” Weylind nodded, then glanced at Farrendel. “We should allow Farrendel to rest.”
Averett, Julien, and Edmund gathered the dishes while Weylind used his magic to somehow ungrow the table so that it returned to a small end table.
Jalissa glanced at Essie, met her gaze, and nodded. Then she swept from the tent.
Essie hoped she’d done the right thing in counseling Jalissa to speak with Melantha. Healing took time, and reconciliation might not be possible. But, Essie would hate for Farrendel’s siblings to boycott this wedding, only to regret it later, if healing and reconciliation with Melantha did happen.
After all, Jalissa had once told her that what elves regretted, they regretted for centuries. That would be a long time to regret not attending a sister’s wedding.
Farrendel nudged Essie and held up what was left of the chunk of bread she had given him. “I am not going to finish this.”
She hadn’t even given him that big of a piece. And he’d had three chunks of roast beef. It was far too little. He should be eating more.
But, she wasn’t going to argue. At least he had obliged her by eating as much as he had.
“All right.” Essie quickly dropped the leftover bread on a plate before Edmund whisked it away.
As the others left, leaving her and Farrendel alone, Essie eased Farrendel’s head from her lap and knelt next to the cot. She brushed a strand of hair from his face. “Do you wish me to leave as well so you can rest?”
He gave a tiny shake of his head, his silver-blue eyes flicking to her. “Please stay.”
“All right.” Essie leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “I missed you so much.”
“And I missed you.” Farrendel’s hand moved to brush the back of his fingers against her cheek. Before she pulled back, Farrendel’s hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her.
As much as she wanted the kiss to linger, she pulled back after a moment and patted his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“This is better.” He gave her that tiny, mischievous smile she loved so much.
Her feet and legs were starting to tingle from being crouched next to the cot, so she straightened. After the lack of sleep she’d had for the past few days—weeks, really—she wouldn’t mind a nap as well. Her bedroll was still pushed to one corner of the tent, but they had a few hours before anyone else came back to check if they needed anything, and she wasn’t ready to be done cuddling yet.
As Farrendel was still hugging his swords tight enough that Essie didn’t dare attempt to pry those away from him, she circled the cot. “Scooch.”
“This cot is still not intended for two people.” Farrendel’s voice held a trace of a laugh.
“But you’re lying on your side this time. There’s a whole six inches of space. Plenty of room.” She eased onto the cot behind him. Actually, six inches wasn’t that much room. Her hip was balanced on the bar again.
Farrendel’s back was stiff. Actually, all of him was rigid.
That’s when she realized what she’d done. She was at his back, and, after what he’d just endured, he might not feel safe with someone at his back where he was vulnerable.
“Is this all right?” Essie carefully rested a palm against Farrendel’s back.
He sucked in a breath, as if her touch hurt, and flinched away from her.
She quickly withdrew her hand, though it was hard not to touch him when she was balanced precariously on the edge of a far-too-small cot. “I’m sorry. I can get off and nap on my own bedroll.”
“No. Stay. If you wish.” With a shuddering breath, Farrendel’s muscles relaxed. “It took me a moment to remember it was you.”
That was not comforting. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what his first thought had been. Probably something about torture and trolls.
She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable way to lie on the bar of the cot without tipping herself off or bumping into Farrendel.
Huffing out a sound that almost sounded like a laugh, Farrendel wiggled forward, giving her more space.
That was better. She carefully tucked herself against Farrendel. When he didn’t flinch, she wrapped an arm around him. Through his shirt, she could feel his jutting ribs. She rested her forehead against his back. Even his spine was sharp. “See. I told you. Plenty of room.”
“Yes.” Farrendel clasped her hand, and her fingers brushed the hilts of his swords that he must be still gripping with his other hand.
Tomorrow, they would witness Melantha’s wedding and start the journey for Tarenhiel. Perhaps everything wouldn’t return to just the way it had been, but, with time, they would get there.
It had taken two weeks. A battle across an icy kingdom. But she had Farrendel back. Right then, that was all that mattered.
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