“Hökenärīnusaī.” Roën gestures to my bedroom door. He drags behind me, forever-vigilant eyes falling to a soft close. The night’s adventure has more than taken its toll, but despite our hours together, I still don’t want him to go. “What does that mean?” I ask. “Welcome back.” “Höke-närī-nusaī,” I repeat, making his sleepy eyes widen. “Am I messing it up?” He shakes his head. “It’s just been years since anyone sounded like home.”
