Aria’s POV

I strolled quietly into Rhea’s studio, my eyes refusing to stray to her works displayed in the room and refusing to think about what had just happened with Eira and Lucein. Whatever those two were up to, it had to wait until I took care of my most impending problem.

Rhea’s old face creased in a warm smile when she looked up from her painting to me.

She was always panting. I wondered if she never tired of it. But importantly, I wondered if everything would be alright, as she ...