Daily Elriel Moments.

Anyways, thank you to Rebecca Yarros for actually giving the people something. Who cares that we have to wait for this next Empyrean book when we have the title and cover. I appreciate that she always delivers.

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not… perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

Still nothing.

Rhys was there, an arm sliding around my waist. “Can we get you anything, Elain?” He spoke with such gentleness I could barely stand it.

The two Illyrian’s paused their inspection of me long enough to note my sisters finishing up breakfast, Nesta in a pale gray gown that brought out the steel in her eyes, Elain in dusty pink. Both males went a bit still.

Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below. “I’ve never stayed in this room.” His midnight voice filled the space.

Especially for what they’d done for my sister. The companionship, the purpose, the small sense of normalcy in that kitchen. She’d bought them those cozy, fuzzy blankets from the weaver, one raspberry pink and the other lilac.

Oh? Oh!

In silence, we worked, then set about filling the platters with the food Nuala and Cerridwen signaled was ready, their shadows veiling them more than usual. To grant us some sense of privacy. I threw them a look of gratitude, but they both shook their heads. No thanks necessary. They’d spent more time with Elain than even I had. They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed.