Lord Wyldon of Cavall dies of a heart attack when he is fifty years old, when he is in the north commanding a fort that has been renamed for him.
Kel is in shock.
She cries in her room at first, giving up her normal stoic face. Wyldon deserves emotion from her.
Dom finds her there around midnight. He sits down next to her, his arm loosely draped over her shoulder. He pulls her close. "He meant a lot to you," he guesses. "As did his approval."
Kel hiccups. "Yes."
"Look, Kel- I know he approved of you and that he was proud of how you turned out. Many times I heard him say how you were the best one to come out of his tenure as training master. And yes, I was eavesdropping."
She snuggles into his warmth a little bit more. "Thank you."