Valina stared at the ceiling of her room in The Scattered Flower. She should have been exhausted, but with Chalea still missing, she couldn’t help but shake the worries swimming through her head. What if Baelon had gotten to her? He couldn’t have beat her in the fight, could he? She was so strong, it was unthinkable.
And yet.
She rolled over, sticking her arm under the pillow as she tried to get comfortable. At least she didn’t have to worry about Tavin; the way he stuck around for hours after he was free to go helped ease the worry, if only a little. Valina rolled the other way; nothing was working. She threw back the blankets in frustration.
She sat up, looking at the faint moonlight that seeped in through the crack in the window shutters. She took a deep breath; the air was stale in here. She got to her feet, hobbling only a little as pain radiated from her leg. The wound was healing quickly, and she thanked the Ten for that, but it still was an inconvenience.