The table at Draven and Sera's apartment could seat eight if you were generous about the edges.
They were generous about the edges.
Serin had driven in specifically — not the Hold this time, the west side, Sera's apartment, the family gathered in the specific way it gathered now: with all the pieces in the same room at the same time.
Sera at one end. Draven beside her with Maren in the structured hold of a man who had learned to manage pack correspondence and infant simultaneously without visibly prioritising either. Serin and Fenn across from each other — their correspondence had expanded to a standing arrangement; they'd been meeting for tea in the city every two weeks, and the specific warmth between them now had the texture of two people who had been separately keeping the same reco
