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The door of their tiny cabin opens, and she enters. The candles aren't lit. The table isn't set. There are no swords laid out waiting to be sharpened.
She stops, confused and looking about. Is he not here? "Lann?"
"Here", he says, from the shadows by the window.
She slowly navigates her way towards him, stopping when she is so close he can feel the heat from her body. She looks into his eyes, there in the shadows. "Is something wrong?"
With his eyes never leaving hers, he slowly brings his hands up and grasps her strong arms. Strong from shielding in fights. He pulls her the last increment towards him until their armor touches with a soft clang. She stands there, strong in his arms, so unlike the graceful Evie, and breathes across his face, not moving. So slowly it is hard to see the movement, her arms come up and encircle his body. So very much unlike the shy Evie.
He lets his eyes glance back towards the window for a moment, looking out at the cabin across the street. Seeing Evie's shadow fall into the arms of her new husband behind the curtains, he quickly turns them towards his own wife.
He didn't want to dwell on what he couldn't have; he would never have, when he was blessed with so much.
"No," he breathes, "No, everything's alright."