"Serena, put this on."
Dex pulled the golden bow and quiver from his back and held them out to her. He had been carrying them since they left the study, the weapon slung across his back alongside his own blade.
"Thank you," she said, strapping the quiver across her back. The weight settled against her spine, familiar.
Warriors were supposed to carry their own weapons. Fin didn't comment. Gavriel didn't comment. Both of them were completely fine with it.
The mages were a different story.
"He carried her bow," Maelor said to nobody in particular. "Warriors carry their own weapons. Basic. Fundamental. First-day-of-training protocol. The weapon is an extension of the warrior."
Aeron rolled his eyes. "Prodigies don't have to carry their own weapons, Maelor. She is the goddamn weapon."
"She has the bow now," Dexmon said. "I'm her Commander. I carry her weapons when she's possessed. It's my call."
