Something followed them home.

  Kael didn’t notice it at first not until the forest grew too quiet, the birdsong thinning as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. He slowed, hand tightening around the strap of his pack, eyes scanning the path ahead.

  Nysa felt it too.

  She didn’t say anything, only shifted her steps, light and deliberate, as if testing the ground for a response. Ash paused beside Kael, ears flicking once, then again. He didn’t growl. That was worse.

  They walked the rest of the way in silence.

  The tower appeared through the trees like a familiar scar stone rising from the earth, unchanged, waiting. When they crossed the threshold, Kael exhaled without realizing he’d been holding his breath.

  Inside, the air felt the same. Still. Safe.

  “Nothing followed us,” Kael said finally, setting the pack down.

  Nysa nodded, though her gaze lingered on the doorway a moment longer than necessary. “Not today.”

  They unpacked slowly. The flint chisel caught the light as Kael set it on the stone floor. He turned it in his hand, imagining clean edges, straight lines work that would take time, patience. Real effort.

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  The mortar and pestle came next. Nysa crouched, inspecting it, fingers brushing the worn stone. “This one’s been used a lot,” she murmured. “It remembers the motion.”

  Kael blinked. “Remembers?”

  She smiled faintly. “Just a way of speaking.”

  Still, when she demonstrated grinding a few dried roots she’d brought along the movement looked effortless. Not rushed. Not practiced. Just… natural.

  Kael watched longer than he meant to.

  By the time dusk settled in, the tower felt different. Not fuller. Just… changed. As if the tools alone had shifted something unseen.

  They ate quietly. Simple food.

  Warm enough.

  After, Kael found himself staring at the wall across from where Ash slept most nights. “I could move that bed,” he said, half to himself. “Make space. If I carve the stone right”

  “You don’t have to rush,” Nysa said gently.

  “I know.” He hesitated. “I just… want it to be better. Not just livable.”

  Her expression softened at that. “You already are.”

  Later, as the fire burned low, Kael noticed the way Nysa’s shoulders sagged when she thought no one was looking. The way her breath came just a bit slower, heavier.

  “You’re tired,” he said.

  She didn’t deny it. “A little.”

  “From today?”

  She shook her head. “From holding things back.”

  Kael frowned, but didn’t press.

  When night finally claimed the tower, Kael lay awake longer than usual, listening to the quiet too quiet. The forest beyond the stone walls felt distant, watching.

  Whatever had lingered on the path… hadn’t followed them inside.

  But it hadn’t gone far either.

  And Kael had the uneasy sense that this was only the beginning.