Ashlynn stood with her eyes closed as Nyrielle's chariot and the long line of carriages rolled into the inner bailey.
She could feel them.
Not just Nyrielle, whose heartbeat echoed within her own chest, quickening as her lover drew near.
She could feel Ollie, though for some reason he felt weaker than he should, as if he were on the edge of drifting off to sleep, or if he exerted some great effort. Ashlynn's brows furrowed as she pulled on the thread of energy that bound her to her Cypress Knight, feeling with senses that didn't require her eyes until she felt a faint echo of Ollie's power not far from her tired witch.
"Ah," Ashlynn said softly as comprehension dawned. "So that's how he did it…"
