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nesta watches her friend from the doorway for a few quiet moments, marvelling at the unlikely NEW CARYNTHIAN. if she hadn’t been blessed enough to witness it with her own eyes, she isn’t certain that she’d be able to believe it. not out of any doubt about gwyn and emerie’s strength, but that she’s lucky enough to call two of the most resilient females she knows her friends. but she is that lucky; luckier still that all of her loved ones are safe. over the course of one of the most hideous days of her life, she has uncovered a secret that she didn’t realise she had kept from herself: that she too is one of the most resilient females she knows.
after months (years) of fighting it, she had found it in herself to plunge into the darkest depths of her power to save the people who mean the most to her… to bring a new one into the world. for the first time in a long while the band around her chest has eased it’s vice like grip on her. nesta pushes herself from the doorframe and into the midnight breeze, not wishing to spend another second alone. gwyn’s greeting brings another smile to her lips, clearing the exhaustion from her features. it hurts her face to beam like this; in the same way days spent fighting to survive have left a dull ache in her muscles. they’re one in the same, so she allows the smile to linger... allows herself to feel happy without hesitation.
“regardless of if you can forgive me, i'm confident that rhysand can be convinced to keep you well stocked with tea cakes and any other sweet treats you may desire.” a playful glint flickers in silver eyes as she rests beside her friend, thankful for the balcony to carry some of her weight, but her voice is serious when she speaks again. “— it meant more to you... to you and emerie. i had another mountain to climb.”
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SHE QUELLS THE GUT DEEP ANXIETY that threatens to steal her breath as she stares out at the vast city of velaris. a jewel box carved into stone by the sea. it was lovely, to be sure. an utter tragedy to have never beheld it in all of its splendor in her time here. the townhouse offers views neither the library nor the house could afford, throwing the court of night into sharp relief. winding roads lined with shops and taverns and beautiful homes, all brimming with people as evening gave way into true night [ . . . ] there's a wistfulness that takes root in her heart alongside her fear. a powerful yearning that might one day eclipse the fright that kept her shackled to a place that no longer served her. a half smile tugs at gwyn's lips as nesta comes to join her on the balcony, settling at the lip of the railing. ' I still don't know if I forgive you for staying behind. . . ' she muses, her voice a teasing lilt to conceal the anguish that still gripped her heart at the memory of nesta's face on the mountain. ' But if you can make the high lord send more of these tea cakes to the library I'll consider a truce. '