"You're in a particularly good mood," Amara commented as she watched Feyre walk down the main stairs and over to the three High Fae that stood before her. 

"Well, I didn't think I'd actually get to participate in this party," Feyre countered and Amara pretended not to notice the way that Feyre's eyes scanned Tamlin for any signs of injury but completely ignored the cut that was on Lucien's cheek. 

Tamlin had been gone a lot more often, handling all of the issues that had been happening around the borders which then meant that Feyre had been distracting herself with paintings to stop herself from admitting that she was constantly worrying about Tamlin. As a result of this, Amara usually found herself in the library, either reading or writing notes to Azriel and the others which were slowly filling a box that she kept under her bed. The conversations varies. Sometimes they were about what she was missing at the Night Court and sometimes they were about everything that was driving Amara crazy. Basically, they ranged from friendly and happy to therapy sessions for the two of them as they ranted to each other about things that had been bugging them lately. If Alis had found the box at all, then she hadn't commented on it or brought it up in any way to Amara and she was fairly certain that Alis hadn't told Tamlin. At least she hoped that was the case because if she had then Amara would have been yelled at by now.

"Unfortunately for you and your neck," Lucien said softly, "tonight's just a party." 

"Do you lie awake at night to come up with your witty replies for the following day?" Feyre asked him with an amused smile and a slight tilt of her head. 

"I think he actually might. I found a piece of paper with them written down," Amara teased with an innocent smile in Lucien's direction which caused Tamlin to shake his head with a small chuckle. 

Amara laughed softly along with her brother as Lucien winked at the two girls. Tamlin offered Feyre his arm and the two of them walked ahead while Tamlin explained how this party for the Summer Solstice was different to the last Fae party that Feyre had been to. Well, the last party was already different because Feyre hadn't been banned from this one like she had the last. It seemed that Tamlin had learnt his lesson from telling Feyre that there was something that she couldn't do. Amara wandered off on her own to go and get a drink, just breathing in the music and sighing contently. She ran a hand through her hair and glanced around, feeling that something was a little bit off. However, the sentinels around the place didn't seem to notice anything, so Amara just brushed it off with a sip of her wine. 

That was until she felt that tug in her chest and she knew exactly who it was. A smile made its way on to her face and she grabbed a new glass of wine before she followed the direction that her heart was telling her to go. She found Azriel pretty easily after that and smiled as she sipped her wine and sat down beside him. 

"Thought I'd just come and check on you," he said softly as he looked over at her. The last time they'd seen each other had been when Feyre had found the head. Ever since then it had mainly been notes passed between the two of them. Notes that had revealed so much about each other to the other person. Notes that definitely had changed the way that they looked at each other but not in a bad way. Notes that had changed their relationship already and it had only been a couple of weeks. 

"I'm okay. Solstice means that everything kind of calms down around here. It's easier, I guess is the right word to describe it," Amara admitted as she handed him her wine glass. 

"Well, you look beautiful," he said softly as he took the glass from her. 

"Do you usually fly two and a half hours to just check on people?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a soft smile. 

"You're a special case." 

Amara nodded lightly before she tucked some hair behind her ear. The music drifted over to them through the trees that separated their small clearing from the field and festivities. Azriel set her glass down before he stood and held his hand out to her. Amara raised an eyebrow at him but took his hand nonetheless, getting up and not complaining as he held her close and started to dance with her. She leaned her head against his chest and sighed contently, the music seeming to fade as the only thing she focused on was him. 

That was all that she needed to focus on really. 

Him.