Eventually, Rhys emerged from the water, droplets clinging to his skin. One of the servants had returned from the nearby village with a change of clothes, and Kisha promptly handed it to him. Without a word, he dressed in the new outfit...a fresh, comfortable nest robe.
Kisha didn't bring up the subject of Rhys's identity. Not yet. Everyone was more concerned about how to continue the journey smoothly. The discussion could wait until they reached a safer place.
Once Rhys was fully dressed, they resumed their journey to the village the servant purchased an outfit from. The servant had already managed to secure a room.
"Good evening," the inn's desk secretary greeted with a knowing smile as Anaya, Rhys, and Kisha stepped into the warmly lit reception area. "I hope you're aware...there's only one room left. It's a couple's suite, and I assure you, you'll enjoy our finest service."
Rhys cleared his throat.
