Faking

Kael pulled his tunic back on with a satisfied stretch, still casting soft glances at Veyna as she sat curled beneath the blanket, her hands tight in her lap.

Before he could say anything else, a voice called out from outside.

"Kael!" It was Joel, one of the younger males in the hunting group—loud, overeager, and always bouncing around like a pup with too much energy. "Hunting party's forming up near the west ridge. You dragging your tail or what?"

Kael chuckled, grabbing his satchel. "Guess duty calls."

Veyna nodded faintly. "Be safe."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, gentle and trusting.

And then… he was gone.