She was humming as he left her. He hoped that she'd listened to what he'd had to say. There hadn't been many partings before – he wished with almost everything that this didn't have to happen now but circumstances changed, every situation differed.
At least this had been a proper goodbye. She wouldn't… die; he couldn't believe that it was possible. This was just a 'see you soon' wave, an 'I'll call you later' rush. Nothing definite, nothing concrete.
Morgead knew he said the words only as a precaution.
He heard the footsteps crushing. He turned to find Rashel. She'd began to speak, to question – Jez held up a hand.
Morgead left her; she leant sideways purring. He rode behind Jez on the way home, thought of the other he'd left behind and promised he'd be back.
She'd been his for two years. Jez would understand.