"I already told her." Corvine's voice was easy, unbothered, the tone of someone who had long since made their peace with a thing. "And she looked me in the eye and told me she doesn't feel that way about me."
The corner of his mouth lifted, something almost fond in it. "And unlike somebody in this room, I actually listened, accepted it, and moved on." He smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "She's my sister now. That's enough for me."
Something unknotted in Voren's chest without permission.
He had been carrying that particular worry around for longer than he wanted to admit, turning it over, looking at it from different angles.
The way Corvine was always there. Always the first call, the first presence, the one Seraphine actually relaxed around. It had sat in him like a splinter, small, invisible, consistently irritating.
He kept his face completely still. "Then there's nothing left to discuss."
He turned toward the door but Corvine didn't let him. "Voren."
