Betrayed by My Triad: The Luna’s Return
“Talk to him again tonight, when it’s not still shaking in his chest. Right now I need him fed and somewhere he can breathe, and I need the two of you finding out what a grain-count runner does with a loose thread he doesn’t understand yet.”
It wasn’t punishment, the way she said it. It was triage. Ivy watched her move through the four of them — the boy who needed steadying more than scolding, the two who needed a task precise enough to outrun their own worry, the one who needed to know the ground under the ledger hadn’t shifted, not yet, not past where it could still be held.
Petra and Yara went. Wren went, Marrow’s hand briefly at his shoulder, not lingering.