Chapter 385: Such a Thing as too Much hospitality

Talia That was all that stayed with me throughout the night and into the next morning. I spent about thirty minutes to an hour in the bath, simply thinking about the prophecy, about Avario, about the story—heck, to the point where I even began to play it out in my mind: the way he was found, the way he was carried, who cared for him. I groaned and rubbed my face vigorously, trying to get the thoughts out of my mind. It had happened to Talia. Let it go. Your son is safe; your son is alive. Why is it so important to fixate on these small details? Of course, I didn’t have an answer. I was merely playing my due role as the fussing mother, even though it made no sense. Eventually, once I was out of the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and proceeded to choose one of the many garments made available to me. Even though it was the simplest, it was still as lavish and extravagant as the others. Still, I was thankful. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, my vo