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“Cassian slung an arm around Rhys's shoulders. 'Let's go get bloodied up.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Nesta was just settling herself at the dining table, stomach gurgling with hunger, when Cassian entered.

Limped in was more like it.

She couldn't stop a near-silent gasp from escaping her as she took in the black eye, the split lip, the bruised jaw.

'What happened?' she demanded.

Cassian shuffle-hopped to his chair and then dropped into it. 'I sparred with Rhys.'

'You look like a tenderised piece of meat.'

'You should see him.' He laughed hoarsely.

'Why did you fight like that?' If it had something to do with her nightmare-

'Rhys needed to get it out of his system.' Cassian sighed at the bowl of roast chicken and rice soup that appeared before him. 'Despite the smooth exterior my brother presents to the world, he needs to let loose every now and then.'

'Your idea of letting loose and mine appear to be very different.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames