It had been odd, arriving there two nights ago. How heavily he felt the seven hundred years weighing down on it all, and yet still being the same. Different castle, same people in it. Being at ease would be a major over-statement, but arriving here, after seeking protection of the coven and not being killed, was confirmation enough he would not find his end here. But the answers he had come for? Probably a small chance. Rhoshamandes nor Benedict seemed to have changed much and bringing the whole Amel ordeal up might be a bad idea after all.
He woke up a few minutes after sundown. He had his bath in the modernised bathing chamber, changed his bandage and was about to head out for his usual walk, only to find Rhoshamandes just coming home. He had fed. He could hear it in that heartbeat.
"Enjoyed your breakfast?" he asked dryly, taking his coat off the coat hanger.
