Wyrd sat on the low branch absentmindedly scrolling though stuff on a holographic screen while watching Rowan do....... Rowan things. Mainly trying to keep Terrasen calm after the war and looking for Aelin.

Wyrd saw a message pop up on one of her screens.
Mess with him
Frowning, she typed a reply.
Why?
Plot and use his mates scent
Fine
Rolling her eyes at the author's lack of originality she pulled up a table of all the major players in the nexus of dimensions.

She flicked her way to the section labelled "Fae" and poked a few things before settling on an exact approximation of Aelin's scent.

Rowan's head snapped up so fast he nearly got whiplash. He looked over to where Wyrd was sitting innocently.

Too innocently.
He stood up and stalked over to her.

"Where is she?" He growled more animal than fae.

"A few worlds away, come on let's go see her now."

Rowan nodded after grabbing Goldryn from where it lay propped against the table.