*Feyre*

I would never get tired of walking through Velaris.

Seeing the bright, happy smiles and the welcoming faces of the citizens made my heart soar. I was amazed at how many people rose to the challege of rebuilding Velaris after the attack. People appeared in droves to help. I was one of those people up until yesterday. Then I had been told politely and firmly to go and enjoy the Winter Solstice. But there was still so much to do.

I hadn't been to the Rainbow since.

I hadn't been able to. Every time I tried to go there, my throat would seize up and I would automatically winnow back ti the town house. I was still having reccuring nightmares about that day. The Attor...

"Feyre?"

Mor appeared at my shoulder, placing a gloved hand on my arm. I smiled at her shakily. Her eyes twinkled sympathetically and I knew she understood what I was thinking about.

Rhys was at my side in an instant, gripping my hand in his. I responded to his squeeze with my own, reassuring him down the bond that I was fine.

"Come, on." I said. "Velaris is waiting."

...

*Rhys*

After a trip through Velaris, we headed to the House of Wind. We flew there, Feyre supporting herself as her wings brushed mine, sending shivers down my spine and encouraging me to send Feyre and image of a certain table we both knew very well. I heard her choking next to me and hid my smirk.

Tonight. I promised her.

However, all thoughts of that flew out of my mind as we entered the House of Wind and saw the decorations. They were amazing. Weirdly, though, Nesta and Cassian were nowhere to be found.

Hmmm... Maybe they were off somewhere arguing. Or throwing each other out of windows...

It wasn't the first time that had happened...

*Flashback*

We were just getting ready to have dinner when a huge crash splintered through the peace.

"What the hell was that?" I exclaimed, angling myself in front of Feyre, a natural instinct roaring to life to protect her. She hissed at me and moved around me. I would pay for that later, I knew.

Nesta walked in calmly, brushing out her dress. She looked at us and a small smile flickered across her face.

"Things between me and Cassian got a bit passionate."

"Oh?" Feyre responded, eyebrows raised.

Suddenly Cassian barged through the door, brushing shards of glass from his hair. He pointed a finger accusingly at Nesta.

"SHE THREW ME OUT OF A CLOSED WINDOW!"

"Yes... Passionately."

I chuckled. It was certainly a possibility. Feyre glanced at me, questioningly. I shook my head at her. She rolled her eyes back at me. I then stuck my tongue out at her.

"Well, that was mature, Rhys."

"Shut up, Mor. Says you."

"I'm not immature!" She looked at me in horror. I heard Feyre giggle behind me, but it was cut off as Nesta and Cassian walked into the room...

Holding hands.

"Well, this is new." I smirked. "I want to hear all about it."

I nearly didn't feel Feyre's elbow as it jabbed into my ribs.

Nearly.

Ow.