Damian's POV
He waited until after lunch.
Eve ate a full plate for the first time in weeks. Damon stole from it twice without asking. She let him both times which meant she was actually okay.....the Eve who wasn't okay held her plate close and said something cutting.
Silas refilled her water without being asked.
Damian watched all of it and said nothing and kept the letter in his jacket pocket where it had been since morning.
There was a right time for things.
He found all three of them in the sitting room after.
Damon was on the floor. Not the sofa. The floor, back against the sofa cushions, legs stretched out, because Damon had never sat in a chair when a worse option was available.
Eve had her feet tucked under her at one end of the sofa. Silas was in the chair.
They looked comfortable. Easy. The specific quality of people who had been too tightly wound for too long and were finally, actually loosening.
Damian pulled the letter from his jacket.
Put it on the table.
