Caelan POV:
The quiet settles slowly through my chest, easing tension that had been wound tight for days, unwinding it piece by piece until something steadier replaces it. Walking beside Elara toward our quarters again, our strides matching without effort, the bond between us humming low and steady in a way that reminds me exactly where the centre of my world sits.
She notices the change before I say anything, through the smaller signals she reads with accuracy, the way my shoulders loosen slightly, the way the constant pressure behind my ribs finally eases.
“You’re settled,” she murmurs as we step inside.
I glance down at her. “Am I?”
“Yes,” she says simply, brushing past me with easy confidence as she moves toward the bathroom. “You stopped going over the crap going on in your head.
