Yet missed another left unbound
Epilogue
The warmth of relief wrapped Iearnen like the summer sun. If he'd been human, he'd have been beaming from ear to ear. He'd done it. He'd fought. Fought and hadn't run. Fought well and protected his partner. It was so...perfect. Liberating, leaving behind a burden he'd been carrying for far too long. It had left its mark on him, stains and strains, but those would heal.
:Do you think she'll be willing to come to Haven? She'd be quite the teacher.: Iearnen shifted and for the first time ever, truly spoke to his bonded.
:Yes, but are you really willing to put up with Silverleaf on a permanent basis?: Camon smiled, the dark humor of his companion's voice fitting into his head like it'd always been there. :Besides, isn't she just a little dangerous to allow that close to herald central?: Camon sighed and had to admit that might be true.
: I think she might not be entirely sane: Camon admitted reluctantly. : I think she might have many-in-one or fly-and-fall, her mood changes so quickly: He watched, unnoticed as she caressed the horns of one of the fallen change creatures, her face set in a mask of grief. : There must be some sort of compromise that can be made.:
They watched as Silverleaf walked over, and in a shocking display of compassion stilled her hands.
: What about Errold's grove?: Camon asked silently :They have adepts there if things get...out of hand. And a herald to keep Haven informed.:
: Your thoughts on the matter will probably not even have to be spoken aloud, what with the thoroughness our brains will be picked over when we return:
Camon sent a mental picture of a scowling Queen's Own taking the top off his head and pulling out a pair of dirty underwear. Amusement rolled back and forth between them.
He smiled as he watched Silverleaf awkwardly pat Chesh on the back.
: Things will be okay: and neither of them could have said where the thought came from, but they both believed it.