Reverie made herself little in her chair, the shadows offering a semblance of solace as she winced at the fresh bruises blooming on her skin. Her boyfriend's rage echoed through the castle, but her sobs were quieter now, a whisper of despair. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, she tried to hide the bruises with her hair, her cut lip, but the Inner Circle didn't yet notice...at least not all of them... Rhysand could read her like an open book, her heartbeat, her shaking hands, yet she got up and hurried to the kitchen

Azriel: "Morning" he spoke in his monotone, groggy slightly deep voice as he walked in the dining room, before heading to the kitchen

Cassian: "Good morning"