Mauve had to try her hardest not to run down the stairs as she ran to her mate who had just returned with the three mages. She couldn't risk it, there was a chance she would lose her footing. As soon as she heard he had arrived, she rushed out of their bedroom—to the horror of Mill—to meet Jael.
"Mauve," Jael called in alarm as she stopped at the top of the stairs, having seen her run from the hallway.
He rushed up the stairs, faster than Mauve's eyes could have followed when she still had human sight, but now she could track his movement. He stopped by her side.
"What are you doing?" he asked, partially concerned, partially scolding.
"I am sorry, Sire," an apologetic Mill stood behind with her head bowed. "I couldn't—"
"Welcome back," Mauve cut in, smiling up at him.
