Lucien relayed the news Eirene had shared a week ago.
Marie listened with intrigue. Her cup of tea steamed softly between her hands. The gentle scent of herbs filled the air but it did little to calm the tension beneath their words.
Miss Innkeeper approached with her usual calm smile, though her tone carried a hint of curiosity.
"Wolf brother, sister," she said warmly. "Lady Eirene visited several times these past days, asking after you both. She mentioned she would come this day too."
Lucien inclined his head. "Thank you. We'll wait for her here, then."
They didn't have to wait long.
A delicate fragrance drifted in from the hall.
Eirene's scent.
She entered with the poise of someone accustomed to command. Her steps were silent and her expression was composed yet edged with gravity.
"Brother Luc. Sister Marie," she greeted, offering a graceful nod. "It's good to see you both after a week."
Lucien gestured toward the table. "It seems you bring important news."
