Calypso closed her eyes.
She could still hear the hammering of the forge ringing in her ears.
That was good.
Someone else might have thought they were going crazy.
Not her.
She was just glad to have something to remember him by.
Everything was as he had left it.
But he was still gone.
And he was never coming back.
She knew that.
But she hoped.
Gods, she hoped.
She thought about who would be next, despite herself.
She thought, but all she could see was Leo's face.
She entertained the thought of suicide, but she couldn't exactly die could she?
Instead, she wished Leo speed.
