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Unparalleled are the gardens of Fenestala Manor, in both beauty and tranquility. Her haven these long years: the place her mother would once bring her when she was distressed, the place she would take herself in her lowest moments for a breath of fresh air, and the place she brings her new charge now, whenever their lessons appear to overwhelm him.  

She gazes down at the tired child - for he is nothing if not that, a child - and hesitantly brings a hand up to stroke his hair. When she is not brushed aside she does so again, tenderly, until he finally falls asleep in her lap. And only then does she realise that, for the first time in her life, she has not sought her peace in this place - but she finds it anyway in those quiet, even breaths.

Ruby has been trained over time, not to twitch or stiffen against unwanted or unexpected touch. Made it easier, once upon a time, for Verstael to do his work. But he’s very glad of the training now, as the touch is not harsh but soft and kind. Luna affectionately stroking his hair as he lies on her lap.

It’s so easy to fall asleep, knowing she’s there. Knowing he’s safe. He sees her as a sister any more, and he wonders if she feels the same.