Primrose escaped the Dad Drama and walked over to Luna. The Rabbit-Kin woman looked tired but relieved to see them.
"You look exhausted, Prim," Luna said gently, taking Primrose's coat.
"I feel like I've been chewed up and spit out by a dragon," Primrose admitted. "How was it here? Did the boys destroy the house?"
"It was... tense," Luna whispered, glancing at the bickering Warlords. "They were very worried. Especially when the beacon lit up in the North. Rajah paced a hole in the rug. Cassian tried to leave three times, but Lucien stopped him."
"They care," Primrose smiled softly. "In their own aggressive, competitive way."
She looked around. "Have you heard from Jax? I got that letter saying he was moving cities for work. It seemed so sudden."
Luna blushed, her long ears drooping slightly. "Yes, he's escorting a caravan to the Western Ports. He sent a letter yesterday. He said the roads are clear and he misses the... the cooking. That's all!"
