Fyren returned to the estate some three days later, just as soon as he heard of the demon plots in the city. He took no action, nor did I hear of any disturbances regarding him, but from his soul, I could feel he was uneasy. He never let me out of his sight, even when I studied magic in Haven.
That didn't change when we made our way to the Whitemarsh estate. The carriage was sized for four, but Aerion and Fyren looked cramped sitting across from Elise and I. For once, I was grateful for our small, slender stature.
"You didn't have to come. I could have guaranteed their safety," Aerion muttered, staring out the window.
Fyren's grin was all teeth. "I'm sure. Just think of me as a sightseer. It's not often I take the time to visit any of the nobles in the worlds I've invaded. It's a novel experience."
