As Wren went about his task in the shed with a bounce in his step, Rowan battled the urge to find an excuse to hover. He knew the healing process couldn't be rushed if it was going to be permanent, but he was starting to get antsy.
Instead of going outside under the pretense of feeding this version of his birds when actually he just wanted to be closer if Wren needed him, Rowan settled for watching out the window as Wren's silhouette moved back and forth in front of the open shed door. When Wren didn't disappear, Rowan reluctantly pulled himself away to focus on his own tasks.
First, he busied himself by preparing the lunch he'd promised, because feeding Wren was just as crucial to his recovery as the sleep he was being so obstinate about. Feeling adventurous, Rowan bypassed the usual lentils for the stew and opted for barley instead. And salt.
