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“We both should go with you,' Rhys amended. 'But at least Azriel will be there.'

'Thanks for your confidence,' Cassian said wryly, and kissed Feyre's cheek. Rhys must have lowered her shield- for the moment.

'You two aren't even parents yet and your mother-henning has reached an unbearable level.'

'Mother-henning?' Feyre choked on a laugh.

'It's a word,' Cassian said, so casually that Nesta wondered if he comprehended the danger they were walking into.

Nesta slid her gaze to Azriel, who shrugged subtly in confirmation. Yes, they were about to venture into a lethal, ancient bog. No, Cassian didn't seem as disturbed as the two of them were.

Nesta scoffed, and Az offered her a slight smile They could be allies, that smile seemed to say. Against Cassian's utter insanity. She found herself answering Azriel with a slight smile of her own.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames