“Tessalyn.” Her name was somehow both a command and a soft reminder, and his voice was so similar to his that it stopped her spiral into the madness that was slowly eating away at her. “She loses herself to the chaos at times too,” he said just loud enough for her to hear. “You speak as if you love her,” Tessa said, startling when Roan brushed against her legs. Always beside her, comforting her, keeping her grounded. “Not in the way Temural does, but she is endeared to me, yes,” he answered.
