It didn't take long for Circe to find Rowen.
She had barely turned the corner at the end of the hall when she caught sight of him sitting alone on the marble steps of the grand staircase, his small figure hunched slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees. The moment he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned around, eyes lighting up as soon as he saw her. A wide, relieved grin broke across his face.
He stood and rushed to meet her, running straight into her open arms.
" You took so long. I was worried." He said, still wrapped tightly in her embrace.
Circe wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "I know, I'm sorry," she said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "You know I would have come back sooner if I could."
Rowen nodded.
