Rhys wrote the letter. Cassian and Azriel contributed various amendments. Nala sat with her feet in Azriel's lap, impatiently turning so that they could retreat so she could let her wings out of the magic cup she had had them during dinner. It was midnight before they had a finished draft, which they all think sounded good, accommodating, and ominous enough.

Nesta and Elain cleaned up after the meal while The Faes worked on the letter, retiring, long before the faes went to bed. They told them where they could sleep.

Cassian, Nala and Azriel were to share one room, Rhys and Feyre the other. The eldest sister had tried to protest, but Rhys had shot it down with some fuss about protecting her and Cassian and Azriel protecting Nala.

Nala had not given in to protest, her time together the males had taught her that they were territorial and protective.

The room was bear except for the two beds and dressers. Nala did not think so much about who should sleep where. She just took a deep breath and let her wings out along with her exhalation.

"No need to kill me with those," Cassian exclaimed. She had almost beaten him down with her wings, had not known he was behind her. She sent him only a sweet smile and a middle finger in response. Nala threw herself on the nearest bed and began to take off her harness and boots.

Azriel silently walked into the room and placed Truthteller on one of the dressers. "Everything is secured. My shadows are watching everything."

The sentence wasn't directed at either of the two in the room, but both nodded as they continued to strip of their weapons.

Nala, after placing Cleaver next to Truthteller on the dresser, got up from the bed and sat herself onto the window seat with her wings folded around her legs and arms to keep warm. "You two take the beds, I'm small enough to sleep here."

"You are small enough alright, but you aren't sleeping in the window," Cassian said with a smirk. Azriel had pulled the leather from his upper body and was now stood in a loose top that showed off the Illyrian tattoos on his arms and some of his chest.

"Get on that bed, Nala," Cassian warned and pointed to the bed opposite of him. Seeing her in that type of 'scandalous' clothes didn't affect him in the slights. He only saw her as an annoying little sister, but for Azriel it was hard seeing so much of her and not react.

"No," she smirked and winked at the Commander of the Night Court's armies.

Before she or Cassian could do anything, Azriel had crossed the room and lifted her into his arms and literally thrown her onto the bed next to the one Cassian's.

"Stay," he pointed a finger at her before walking into the adjacent bathroom, leaving Nala in a horny and shocked state and Cassian on the edge of laughing his ass off.

"You okay there, Nala?" He asked with smirk on his lips. He and even Azriel himself could smell the difference in her scent. Could tell just how much she enjoyed being tossed around by the tall Shadowsinger and being commanded by him.

"Shut it!" She snarled as she tried to control herself and not think about the male Shadowsinger. She just rolled over and pulled the covers up over her ears to hide from Cassian's teasing.

She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, trying to sleep, but she was all too aware when Azriel walked back in the room and sat himself on the bed, even if he was sitting at the end and not touching her in the slightest.

"I know you aren't sleeping," Cassian commentated while he himself laid on his back on the other bed, his hands behind his head and his wings tucked to not fall of the bed. "We need to talk about the rip and how you saw it."

Nala sighed but turned around anyway and sat herself up against the headboard. "What is there to talk about Cas? I saw the rip; I did that as well when I first made my way to Prythian." She shrugged, not really seeing the big deal.

"But how?" Azriel asked, no one he knew of could see the wall. Again, Nala shrugged.

"What does it look like?" Cassian asked, turning his head to look at the Shadowsingers. Nala was sitting with her legs crossed, back pressed against the headboard and a pillow against her chest. Azriel was sitting at the end of the bed, his back against the bed poster and his legs stretched out along the bed.

"It's a huge white fog, thick as fuck and gives me a headache when I'm close to it. Like its screaming at me." Nala explained.

"Interesting," Azriel mused. "Could this have something to do with your father? You Fae father?" He asked and looked Nala in the eyes. She just shrugged, she didn't know her true father, had never met him, she didn't even know his name only how he looked.

"Can you draw him?" Cassian asked, having remembered that she talked about having seen a drawing her mother made.

She nodded and Azriel silently handled her a piece of paper with some colored pens. She sat quietly for what seemed to be an eternity, both males looking at her as she focused on the paper. After 1,5 hour she finally looked up. Just like Feyre she had a knack for drawing and when she turned the paper to the males both took in a breath, they knew the male.

"What?" She asked, having noticed their stiff posture, and widen eyes.

"That is who your mother drew?" Cassian asked, wanting to be sure even if now that he saw their faces next to each other could see him in her.

"That is Lucian..." Azriel said slowly and watched as his mate's face grew cold. "Tamlin's advisor."  

"You are telling me that my father had a hand in locking Feyre up?" Nala spoke, her voice cold and calm, her shadows silent and her fire burning in her eyes. She had seen him, had thought him to be good. But he hadn't helped her sister when she had needed it. He had let her drown, let her wither away. A man Nala had grown up fantasizing about being her savior, the man who was going to take her away from her abuser and safe her, had turned out to be the biggest disappointment. He turned out to be a man scared of his High Lord. A coward of a man.

"You, okay?" Cassian asked, he had sat up, looked at the girl he saw as a sister. He saw the anger and sadness in her eyes. Both Illyrians saw the broken look in her eyes. Saw how she was holding herself up by the strings.

Nala nodded but held the pillow closer to her chest all while staring at the drawing in Azriel's lap.

Azriel threw the drawing to the floor and moved so he was sat next to her. Pulling her into his arms and folding his wings around them. Allowing her to break down. Nala's silvery bond to Amren warped around her and Azriel mixing with the shadows. 

Cassian smiled at the cocoon Azriel had made, happy to finally see his brother happy and got up to turn of the light before slipping under his covers.

Nala laid in the dark, Azriel holding her close to his chest, her head at his heart and his wings curled around them. Their silence was comfortable as they just laid in the dark listening to each other's breathing.

"You are safe here," Azriel whispered in the darkness, just as Nala was falling asleep. He had hoped she didn't hear him, had hoped she was already sleeping but Nala had heard him. Had heard every emotion behind the words and for once she could see a future for the two. He might not be as hooked on Mor as Nala first had thought. So, she snuggled closer to him, his warmth and finally let her body relax completely, falling asleep in her male's arms.