“Thank you,” I said quickly, my cheeks heating. “For checking on me.” His eyes flicked down to the top of my parting robe, then back up my face. “You don’t have to thank me, Rose. It’s what friends do.” Without waiting for a response, he pulled the window open and slipped into the night. I ran to the sill to catch a glimpse of him crouching at the ledge before he lunged and landed soundlessly on the one right below. He repeated the action down one more floor, and then to the ground. The flickering candlelight from the outer courtyards of the palace illuminated his face enough for me to see
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