Any chance for a comment was lost as Feyre entered the room. Lucien instead focused on her, offering a smile. “And after lunch I thought you might like to join me on a ride?” He suggested. “You can give me a hard time just like you used to.” Though he doubted she actually would. She looked like a shell of herself.
Feyre’s eyes darted to Tamlin though she hated that she did so. And seeing that he was okay with the suggestion, she finally nodded, taking her old seat at the table. “That sounds nice.”