A Song of Ice & Shadow

As days went by, Y/n's nightmares became less frequent. Cassian only spoke a few words to her whenever they crossed paths, mostly greetings, casual questions about her day, how she's doing, and nothing more. No snarky comments, no mention of training.

She hadn't seen Azriel for a while either. He was mostly on missions, ones she knew nothing about, and when he was back, he either stayed locked in his room or left just before she arrived.

Somehow, whenever she'd enter the dining room, she'd catch the lingering trail of shadows and find a half-empty plate or cup. He always seemed to know when she'd come and left before she could ignore him or say something to hurt him. It was almost like he was avoiding her just as much as she was avoiding him.

She began to miss him, and that was dangerous.

But at least her life had improved. She was eating again, going to the library, chatting with Gwyn occasionally, and knitting. Being left alone had softened her, just a little, though she wouldn't admit it to herself.

On one of those nights, she had finished a book that left her feeling content for once. The idea of sleep didn't appeal to her yet, so she headed to the roof for some peace, fresh air, and a view of the slumbering city below.

She did not notice Azriel training in the corner of the roof at first. As usual he was as slick and silent as the shadows, his form blending into the dark. This time, his shadows did not inform him of her arrival. When he saw her, he moved slightly, making an accidental noise that earned her attention.

"I didn't know you were back," she remarked, her voice softer than usual, though her brows rose in faint surprise.

Azriel paused, lowering his weapon. "Only for the night." His body remained tense, debating whether to leave to stay.

"Don't you ever take a break?" she asked, stepping further into the open air.

"I do when I need one," he answered simply.

"You're going to work yourself to death." Her gaze flicked over him, taking in the weariness etched into his features. "You look like hell. You should get some rest."

It was her way of not being cold to him, and they both knew it.

Azriel tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Didn't know you cared." Though low, his tone carried a faint chill, guarded as ever.

"I- it was just a suggestion," she clarified quickly, glancing away. "If whatever you're doing is important, you need to take a step back and rest. If your head isn't in the game, it'll cost you a lot. And I know you don't like to disappoint your High Lord."

"I'll rest when I feel the need to," he insisted, his gaze lingering on her for a beat longer. Then he added, almost too softly. "Thank you for your advice."

She didn't know if he was being sincere or mocking her; his face betrayed nothing.

Y/n shifted on her feet, suddenly uncomfortable. Just as she turned to leave, she noticed his shadows sneaking toward her.

Her gaze followed them instinctively, and her lips quirked slightly. She had missed them too. Noticing his shadows and her focus, Azriel sighed before speaking again. "This had nothing to do with me. Sometimes they act on their own."

"Relax, Shadowsinger. It's fine," she said quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

At that, his shoulders eased a fraction. He studied her for a moment, his hazel eyes searching her face. Something about her was different, her voice, her behavior towards him, the way she seemed healthier. "You look better than the last time I saw you."