The cool breeze from the open window filtered into the inn, bringing with it the scent of rain and the quiet sounds of the city as it prepared for the night. Clarisse sat near the fireplace, absently running her fingers through her son's soft hair as he slept in her lap. Across the room, Lyan was leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on her, though he quickly looked away the moment she glanced up at him. It was a pattern she had grown used to over the past few weeks, ever since that kiss that had changed everything between them.