It had been a full week since their return to Soleil, and in that short but gentle stretch of days, Aiden had finally found something he had forgotten he was allowed to feel: ease.
Between the quiet comforts of the Caleena home and the unwavering support of Mr. and Mrs. C, Aiden was given the time and space to truly rest.
Mrs. Caleena had set a schedule of meals and check-ins so subtly it didn't feel overbearing, but just loving. Mr. C would ask about his energy levels in the same tone one might use to talk about the weather- calm and casual, but always watching that Aiden felt weird inside whenever he thinks of the Caleenas helping him adjust.
Even Adrian had dialed down the chaos… somewhat.
It was the morning of their visit to the new restaurant when Aiden stepped into the hallway, freshly dressed, walking without a limp, and no longer wary of every motion. Adrian looked up from the couch, saw him, and whistled low.
"Would you look at that. The local ghost can walk again."
