IRYN'S POV

Sigh.

Blinking, I look down at my dressed self, seeing the flute on a side of my belt, the soft but lightly dark green boots I'm wearing and the dagger.

It's been almost two days since Nyall, Fenric and Orien made it clear that they'll... keep giving me gifts.

A sigh escapes my lips then as I remember how unhappy they all were when I protested about it-------- Fenric most especially.

Thinking this my eyes darts about our room, a silent sigh of relief filling me as I only see ...