I followed the scent and found Dravyn, as expected. He was reclining in a chair near a short, vine-wrapped wall with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He looked exhausted. I thought he might have been on the verge of sleep, but as I approached, I saw a corner of his mouth edge upward. Still aware of me. Still happy to see me, despite all the sharp words and arguments we’d exchanged over the past week. “Hello, Sparrow.” “Hello.”
Idek this chic’s name bc it’s been mentioned like 4 times…like actually what is her name?
