Azkadellia wondered so much about this place. So much more than she did about her home. Part of her thought it should bother her but it didn’t. Not while she had those she did.

“I’m doing beautiful,’ she admitted. “I’ve been working on gardening, doing some studies with my magic, and Cain even taught me to make truffles. I’m enjoying it well,” she said softly, glancing at him, wondering if she should feel guilty for that.