“The elders have asked to see you again today.”
Poppy’s breath caught. “Today?”
“It will be brief,” Minghua promised. “They only wish to clarify a few points from yesterday. My mother said they will not press you harshly.”
Poppy exhaled slowly. “I’ll prepare, then.”
“Yes. Wash your face, breathe, and take your time. They can wait a little.” Minghua folded her hands neatly and stepped aside. “I’ll wait here.”
Poppy washed quickly, smoothed her hair, and tied her sash with steady fingers. She drew one long breath, grounding herself. When she stepped out of the sleeping chamber, Minghua brightened again.
“There,” she said warmly. “You look very much yourself.”
Poppy wasn’t sure who thatwas anymore, but the kindness mattered.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Minghua slid open the pavilion door and gestured for her to step out. Poppy stepped into the cool morning air—and stopped.
Mingxi stood waiting at the foot of the pavilion steps. He wore his formal light-gray traveler’s robe, shoulders squared, posture straight, but his eyes softened the moment they found her. Not pity. Not worry.
Recognition.
“Good morning,” he said quietly.
Her breath fluttered. “Good morning.”
Minghua whispered cheerfully, “He’s been here since dawn.”
“Minghua,” Mingxi said without looking away from Poppy.
“What? Truth is respectful.”
Poppy felt heat rise to her cheeks.
Mingxi descended one step and offered his arm—not assuming, simply making it available.
“If you’d like the company on the walk,” he murmured.
Poppy hesitated only a breath before placing her hand lightly at his elbow. His aura steadied immediately, warm as foxfire.
Minghua clapped once, delighted. “I’ll lead you to the inner hall. The attendants are already waiting.”
They walked through the quiet courtyards, morning mist curling around columns and drifting foxfire lamps. Minghua skipped a few steps ahead, humming softly. Mingxi remained at Poppy’s side, half a pace behind—as if guarding her back without drawing attention.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Yes,” Poppy said softly. “Better than I expected.”
“I’m glad.”
They said little more; they didn’t need to. The peace of the morning filled the silence between them like a held hand.
As they neared the Council entrance, Minghua turned, her expression gentling.
“Only a short meeting,” she promised Poppy. “And I will be just outside the door.”
Poppy nodded, throat tightening. “Thank you.”
