“Go check on her if you’re so worried.” He takes a swallow of his drink, pausing. “Actually, I’ll go up with you.” For all his bluster about her being safe, I can see I’ve talked him into worrying a bit. Truth be told, Tristian is better at this than the rest of us. Taking care of what’s important. Keeping people happy. Protecting the things he cares about. I’d trust him with her life over anyone else. Even me.
