Cameron had done it for Rory’s sake, tampering with the lighting system while Rory was in the bathroom. Though light sensitivity was a common blue dragon trait, Cameron had grown accustomed to the severity of artificial light. Despite his red blood, it was Rory whose sensitivity had always been more intense. Cameron said nothing as he sat across from the eldest Anders brother. Rory held his hand over the candle in the center of the table and let the small flame mend his knuckles. Cale waited for his turn, drumming the fingers of his uninjured hand on the table top.“Onna’s stoking the bath,” he said, because he felt like he needed to say something. Rory nodded his response, his attention purposefully on the flickering flame. Cameron watched them both with his arm resting on the table, motionless. If Cale didn’t know better, he’d say his younger brother was a marble statue. It took a sharp eye to tell that Cameron was even breathing at all.
