For a moment, the Brotherhood stood on the cliff in the quiet that followed. Then Felix made a noise like a tiny, tired animal, and his Luck System called up a rocking chair that appeared right behind him and caught him just as his legs gave out.
Not many people had the energy to laugh, but a few did.
No one was surprised that the cottage was bigger inside than it looked from the outside. There were enough rooms for everyone, medical supplies that were exactly what they needed, and a kitchen that Lylia moved toward on muscle memory alone before she even took off her cloak.
Seraphine went to bed right away. Her breathing was steady but shallow, and the frostbite on her arms and throat made pale crystal patterns that would take a long time to fade.
Priya's healing from the arena had kept her alive. Now it was up to her body and the slow, steady work of getting better.
