When the four of them met again so that the Regent Lord could bequeath the dearest person in the world to him to a disgraced Warden and a disgraceful demon hunter, there were no bushes for her to run to, so he sat patiently still and stroked her hair as she vomited all over his pants. He met the Warden's gaze with an annoyed glare, daring her to say anything. Her face completely blank, she wordlessly handed him a brown cloth to wipe himself with as Sinala finally sat up straight, coughing, her eyes stinging with tears. "Oh, Lor, I'm so sorry—"

"It really doesn't matter, love. At least you didn't get any on you," he said, briskly cleaning the contents of her stomach off of his lap. He winced. "Though I do wish you'd aim just a little lower next time."

He could see that the Warden was quietly impressed. He couldn't read the demon hunter's face, which in a way comforted him. He couldn't fathom what it would possibly mean if he started understanding something like her. The green-blue tattoos writhing up her torso and down her arms glowed even in broad daylight, and her skin was reddish, fel-scorched and scaled. And of course there were the powerful ram's horns spiraling from her temples. He decided that he could trust in the stocky, wiry strength of her body—unusually thick and stolid for a blood elf—to protect his love, and tried not to think about whatever lurked behind the sinister blindfold. Well, at least the Warden would theoretically keep her in check. After all, that was what the Wardens had been created to do, if he remembered his history right.

He turned to look at Sinala, who was dressed much more sensibly this time in a ranger's leathers. Her lovely violet hair was still loose, flowing down her shoulders almost to her waist. She'd thought it best to keep Lordamus's mark hidden while they were traveling, and he agreed. She looked pale and nervous, but he was sure that only he could see through her composure. He smiled affectionately. My fierce little huntress. He brushed a flyaway strand of hair away from her face and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, inspiring rather enticing thoughts that he really wished he had time to act on, despite the fact that she'd just puked on him. Sometimes the intensity of his desire for this woman truly terrified him.

The demon hunter cleared her throat awkwardly. "So uh, hate to intrude, but we really ought to get moving, Your Lordship."

He turned to her and nodded once. "Of course." He turned back to his wife, his heart tearing a little at her anxious gaze. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, then leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry, my love, but I don't feel terribly keen on kissing you properly at the moment. As much as I love your lips, even I have my limits." She chuckled against his throat. "I love you, Sinala. I thank the Light that I found you every day. Please be safe. Listen to your guards. And remember, whatever happens, I will never regret marrying you."

She kissed his neck, trembling a little, and replied, "Nor I you. I love you, Lor'themar. You have made me so happy. Thank you."

They embraced, and then Sinala rose, squaring her shoulders as she mounted the horse the Warden had provided her. Lor'themar stood himself and turned to the Warden. "Well. I'll be in touch. Your next payment will be in the bank by the end of the week, and I will try to come find you in two weeks. You know how to get in touch with me."

The Warden bowed once again from the waist, as did her partner. "We thank you once again for your custom, Regent Lord. Your wife is in good hands."

Lor'themar nodded again. As he felt the teleportation spell jerk at his stomach, he prayed that was true.