After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper.

"I spent the evening cooking a feast. Since you hadn't returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs."

Waylen's features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate. His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly.

"Promise me you won't wander these next two days.”

With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.