One of your best chapters yet, and the following snippet was priceless…
And Stephen, the good little monk, the boy who had been raised in a monastery, who had taken vows of silence and obedience, who had never seen anything like this—Stephen lowered his towel.
He looked at Val. At Julian. At Lloyd. At Darien and Wylan, sitting together on the bench, their shoulders touching, their hands almost meeting in the water.
"Is this what family is?" he asked.
Darien looked at him. At the boy who had been a joke, who had become a healer, who was trying to understand a world where monks became squires and knights became lords and men loved each other in bathhouses and women who were legally men washed away the blood of a massacre.
"Yes," he said. "This is what family is."
Stephen nodded slowly. He set his towel aside, walked to the edge of the pool, and lowered himself into the water hoping that he could cool down a little bit before he went off with a pop.