His fingers sifted through her hair, the memory of how the light of the stars turned the deep burgundy into a flaming red sinking into his mind.

"Stars and flame, she lies soft in my arms, at peace in war. Her hair in my hands, breath warm against my neck. Dread for tomorrow fills me, but her love brings hope. She stirrs and once again we join our bodies and pray it won't be for the last time."

Thane falls asleep, murmuring his memory one last time and prays he will have more chances to remember this night with her.