_Rowena’s POV_
I looked at him.
I had prepared several responses to what he might say. Agreement to intercede with Nana Seraphine. Gentle redirection. A practical suggestion involving an official escort. I had not prepared a response to him saying he would come himself and there was a brief moment where my prepared responses were simply not available.
I didn’t tell him not to.
I sat with it properly, looked at the floor, thought through whether I had an objection that was more substantial than discomfort, and found that I didn’t. The discomfort was real but discomfort was not a reason. I had done harder things than travel somewhere difficult with someone whose presence affected me more than I wanted it to.
“Alright,” I said.
Something shifted in his expression. Not quit
