Feyre took the mug with a murmured thanks. She’d managed to catch’s Alis’ gaze before Tamlin shut the door in her face. She’d seen the surprise on the other female’s face, and she was certain Alis had noted the misery in hers. But she did her best to hide it again as Tamlin returned.
“I’d like to paint tomorrow.” It was the only way she could be alone and she needed the release of a good cry.