Zarius stood with his back against the wall, arms crossed over a chest that felt unusually light for once. He wasn't watching the perimeter, nor was he scanning the rooftops for the flicker of a hidden blade, though his instincts never truly slept. Instead, his gaze was anchored to the glass window of a small, fragrant sweet shop. Inside, Cherion could barely stay still. He bounced from one display to another, pointing at jars of candied nuts and berry tarts that looked like they might burst if you stared too long.
He was ordering in "bulk." Again.
