Several days passed after Trafalgar returned to Euclid, and for once, he did almost exactly what he had promised himself he would do.
He slept until his body stopped demanding more, left the reports in Arthur's hands unless something genuinely required his attention, and made no attempt to search for Dravok or involve himself in another Great Family's problems. By the fourth morning, the exhaustion Myrrhvale had left behind was mostly gone, and his thoughts no longer felt as though they were constantly running several conversations ahead of him.
That morning, everyone ended up outside.
Fresh snow covered most of the mansion grounds after falling through the night, gathering over the hedges, low walls and branches until the gardens looked almost untouched. The servants had cleared the main paths hours ago, but Trafalgar had led the others toward the wider stretch of garden where nobody had bothered disturbing the snow.
