She'd been so wound up because she'd been so *certain* that leaving Qat alone would lead to disaster. But nothing would happen this time. No grand schemes, no deadly traps. Just... trite family politics as usual.
Elua's shoulders sagged as the tension of the past days began to ebb a little too fast. The constant underlying fear had fueled the desperate longing to be near her beloved past all 'reason'. She knew that if she was actually wrong, the receding emotions would return again as a tsunami - but only if.
It really all seemed a bit foolish to her now, in the face of such mundane reality.
'I let the incidents during the wedding cloud my judgment. Made me see, expect, even *want* threats where there were none. Because a decade of this new normal still doesn't feel real.'