Eragon ran now, his breath long and his strides powerful. He could feel her now, and when he blinked an image of blue scales, teeth, and powerful claws burned behind his retinas, leaving an afterimage for just a moment. She was tired and in her exhaustion, could not feel him yet, but he knew she was here. He knew she lay beyond this door and the next, and he knew through them without a second thought.
Saphira. Few words in his entire world could contain the longing and love in his voice as hers. The silence had been good for him these past days and had given him time to think on many things important to him, to solve some problems he'd been working out in his brain, and he felt calm and relaxed now. But he had come to miss her thoughts, idle and useful. She had always been on the edge of conscious during long meetings, offering tidbits of advice, joking and laughing when he was falling asleep, and telling him of things she saw passing over the world. He missed the feeling of flight, of soaring with such speed that the air popped around them. He missed her.
As he released all his barriers propelling his very conscious out to her, feeling again that part of his mind that wrapped around her conscious, and felt her enter into his own and saw himself through her eyes and felt the waves of emotions that projected from her. Exhaustion and weariness melted away at the love, joy and happiness, and the thoughts that she too had missed him.
With the joyful cry, feeling her mind twist around to hold his close, he held onto Saphira and thought that to have this feeling of love and happiness always, would be how he wanted to live.