She arrived Friday evening with more luggage than usual.
Not because she was staying longer. Nara watched her come through the Hold's gate and understood it immediately — the luggage was slightly more than a weekend's worth because she'd stopped pretending she was just visiting. Some things shifted before you announced them. The luggage had shifted.
She looked different from the first visit.
Same face, same careful posture, same grey eyes that were Zevran's eyes in a different decade. But the way she held her shoulders had changed. Nara couldn't have said exactly when the change had happened — at some point between the first Sunday dinner and now, Serin had put something down and her body hadn't picked it back up.
They walked the cliff path first, the three of them.
It had been Serin'
