Chapter 51: Epilogue

“Tavin,” Bennett said as he entered the room. “Chalea needs you outside.”

Tavin sat up next to Valina’s bed, where she lay soundly asleep. Two days had passed, and she had been in and out of sleep since their fateful battle. A tray of half-eaten food sat nearby on the nightstand, in one of the only intact rooms still remaining in The Scattered Flower. Somehow, the building still stood, though nearly all of the rooms that faced the square were uninhabitable. Tavin stood, every muscle tired and aching, and moved to the door.

“I’ll watch her,” Bennett added before Tavin could say anything. “Don’t worry.”

“Thanks.”

Tavin made his way outside and into the bright, late-morning sun. Chalea stood a short distance away, speaking to a couple of men Tavin had never seen before. One was tall and bearded in spotless, dark blue robes. The other was about Tavin’s height with short, curly gray hair, dressed in deep red. Chalea spotted Tavin, and waved him over.