DYERNight does not bring rest.

It deepens thought.

I leave the training hall and move through the den slowly, letting the corridors empty ahead of me. Wolves sense when not to intrude. They bow, step aside, lower their voices. Leadership creates distance even when it is not intended. Tonight, I do not correct it.

My chamber feels too quiet when I enter. I do not light the lamps immediately. I sit instead, elbows on my knees, hands loosely clasped, staring into the dimness as rain continues its ...