There were things that she wished she could forget. A long list of them to be exact. She had her reasons for not going through the door alone. The deaths that haunted her even all the way out here. They were the reason she spent so much time painting. Why the hall they lived on looked more like giant art exhibit instead of the cold steel. When everything was quiet was always the hardest.
But Andras helped. He helped fill the yawning void, a void that would have made Bryaxis envious. He was the only one she could talk about the happenings against Hybern with. She didn't want to taint Rhys with anything more than a summary. He was happy. And he deserved that happiness. A part of her felt guilty for drawing Andras into it. He'd sacrificed so much...
Feyre shook herself out of her thoughts as she approached the door. A smile tugging at her lips. "Are you ready?"