Most Precious One

TESSARA

Rovant-Rex and Callisa had gone to the river. He said they were going to catch fish, and though I'd insisted on coming, he'd stopped me with a stubborn look.

"You need to rest," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

He wasn't wrong. My body was still tender from last night, and even if I wanted to pretend otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to keep up with them. And truth