Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

palm. “I’ll need to retrain.” Not a single callus marked her hands. Aelin frowned at her too-thin body. “And pack on some muscle again.” A slight quiver graced her words, but she curled her hands into fists at her sides and smirked at her clothes—the Mistward clothes. “It’ll be just like old times.” Trying. She was dredging up that swagger and trying. So he would, too. Until she didn’t need to any more. Rowan gave her a crooked grin. “Just like old times,” he said, following her out of the barrow and back toward the ebony river, “but with far less sleep.” He could have sworn the passageway heated. But Aelin kept going. Later. That conversation, this unfinished business between them, would come later.

I think these kids are gonna be okay 🥹