It had been a little over a week since Aramith had begun eating again. The hollowness in his face had faded, and the sharp angles of his body had softened, filled once more with the strength that had once defined him. Though his appetite was still not what it had been, he no longer hesitated to sit with the family at meals, eating in measured silence as conversations carried on around him.
This morning was no different. The sun streamed through the grand windows of the dining hall, casting a warm glow over the table. Kethra and Henndar exchanged a few words about matters within the palace, while Mozrael quietly enjoyed her meal beside Aramith.
When the meal ended, Kethra rose, brushing her hands together. "Are you coming?" she asked Aramith, referring to their usual visit to Lia's chambers.
Once again, Aramith shook his head. "I'll take a walk instead."
Mozrael hesitated, glancing between him and the others before pushing back her chair. "I'll come with you."
