“And what will not boring us entail, then?” Aedion asked. “Rebuilding,” Elide said. “Lots of rebuilding.” “Trade negotiations,” Lysandra said. “Training a new generation in magic,” Aelin went on. Again, the males blinked at them. Aelin angled her head, blinking right back at them. “Don’t you lot have anything worthwhile to contribute?” She clicked her tongue. “Three of you are ancient as hell, you know. I’d have expected better from cranky old bastards.”
