“Shouting might have been the answer.” She faced the large mirror at the end of her bed, speaking to her reflection but seeing nothing but his image. “What if I’d cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart?” It wouldn’t have made a difference. He felt bound to this quest and the only thing that would have done was make it more painful for him. So she had held herself together until he had left, but now he was truly gone and she was beginning to loose the ice she had packed her heart into. “But now I’m not afraid to say what’s in my heart.”