*Brynn*
Finally disentangling herself from Maeve’s stranglehold of a hug, Brynn stepped forward. William still stood defensively before Garan. He had stopped snarling, but he still bared his teeth at the man. Brynn walked forward and placed a hand on his shaggy, gray back. Her touch seemed to soothe some of his anger as William’s tension eased minutely.
Then she met Garan’s eyes. Wide and searching, they roved over her body, taking in everything. They lingered on the short hem of William’s tunic and the small canvas bag she held before falling again on her face.
“Hi, Garan,” she said softly. He only nodded in response, apparently lost for words. Brynn approached him with a small smile. Maeve had already appeared back at his side while Garan reached a hand toward Brynn as if testing to make sure she was real.