The twins went to bed at half past eleven.
Not to sleep, probably, or not immediately. They went to their rooms with the particular quality of people who had done all the talking they could do for one day and needed the private dark to finish the processing the conversation had started. He understood that. He had been doing the same kind of processing his whole life, just without anyone to do the first part with.
He stood in the doorway of the room while Aelara settled the letter back into its place, not the sill anymore, she had moved it to the table near the window, a slight repositioning that meant something about how she was holding it now, differently from this morning. He did not say anything about it. Some things did not need commentary to be acknowledged.
