Rowan runs his hand through his white hair as he stares at her. His tunic was tossed to the side revealing his muscular chest and the arrangement of tattoos that wrapped around his back and hug at his sides.

A reminder of what he had lost.

He hisses slightly underneath his breath as he plunges the female on fire in front of him into a small tub filled with cold water to help calm her burn out. A burn out was when a fae overworked their magic too much at once causing them to ‘burn out’.

“You should’ve told me you were at your limit.” Rowan hisses underneath his breath. Clearly angry at the fae in front of him because she hadn’t told him during their practice that she was near her limit.

They were practicing to connect her to her magic after leaving it dormant for so long.