A/N: Well, this is it. The final leg of our journey. I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this piece, I must say. It took me a long time to decide on the ending, and it didn't go where I thought it would at the beginning of this tale, but I'm happy with it.

I really appreciate you reading and hanging in there with me. Cheers.

Destra and Serana stay with Lucia for a couple days. As they depart, Maro pouts and clings to first Destra and then Serana's legs. Destra kneels and promises to visit very soon. She presents him with a wooden dog she carved for him, and he hugs it to his chest with glee. Lucia hugs Destra and then, to her surprise, Serana. Thaik shakes both of their hands. They wave one last time before disappearing beyond the mountain pass.

For once, as they venture forth, they have nothing to do and nowhere to be. Serana makes good on her word, and they make their way to the Ancestor Glade. Before they enter the cave, they take a moment to admire the snowfall over the pines. Destra breathes deeply and smiles as the cold air fills her lungs. Serana watches her, affection overtaking every feature. There is no one she'd rather be with, and she tells Destra so. Destra reciprocates the sentiment.

They cross the fallen log to the glade proper, and Destra offers Serana her hand. The moths have returned to their usual spots around the cavern, but one of two follow Destra as they pass by. She huffs when one gets too close to her face, and Serana can't help but laugh at her frustration. When Destra shoots her a look, she pulls the elven woman to her and kisses her.

"Better me than the moths, don't you think?" Serana whispers. Destra grins.

"I suppose you'll do," she teases. Serana rolls her eyes and lets go of the other woman. Destra quickly recaptures Serana in her own embrace. "Actually, I've been thinking," she says.

"Oh, that's never good."

"I'm serious, Serana." Serana sobers and shifts at Destra's tone. "I have something to ask of you."

"Anything," Serana returns without hesitation. Destra sighs at herself, and Serana can practically see the internal debate. Finally, one side wins.

"I want you to turn me."

"Wha- are you serious?" Serana says. Destra nods in return. "I'm willing to do it, but I need you to be sure. You know what it's like by now. And you know it means you won't be a werewolf anymore. Are you really okay with that?"

"It's kind of relieving, actually. For so long I'd only stayed one because of Aela. Because of the significance it held for both of us. But it's not like that for me anymore." Serana nods at that.

"Your lifespan will essentially be indefinite."

"Guess that means you're stuck with me. Y'know, until you finally snap and kill me yourself." Serana laughs before going quiet. After a minute or two, she nods again.

"You're sure? Really, really sure?" she asks.

"I am. I want this," Destra answers.

"When?"

"Whenever you're ready, I suppose. I think this is as good a place as any."

"Alright. This might sting a little. And you're going to feel… well, weird, after. Obviously." Serana gets a little closer but hesitates as she leans toward Destra's neck.

"Come on, then. I won't bite." Serana huffs out a laugh before finally biting.

And Destra does feel weird. The process is significantly less painful than her lycanthropic turning, but it does make her wince. She feels her heart practically stop, and her skin feels cold. But she also feels several decades younger. She touches her tongue to the tips of her newfound fangs. When she opens her eyes, Serana breathes sharply. Destra knows it is done.

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Years pass by faster than Destra can imagine. Maro grows from toddler to child. Lucia and Thaik have a daughter they name Aela. It takes some time for Lucia to reconcile her mother's turning, but she is glad she will be there for her grandchildren. Thaik takes longer to come around, and Destra isn't certain he ever trusts her fully around his children, but he says nothing against their visits.

Still more time passes. Maro is a young man, and Aela is a teenager. Lucia has more wrinkles than she used to, and Thaik is graying. Destra and Serana visit often, and when they aren't there or with Valerica, they travel across Skyrim. Eventually, they move on to the rest of Tamriel. Wherever they go, adventure finds them. Serana did not know life could be so exhilarating, and Destra had forgotten what it was like to live at all.

Eventually enough time passes that Maro and Aela are both grown with families of their own. Lucia and Thaik are old now, older than Destra when she was turned. Destra knows they will pass soon. She promises them she and Serana will watch after the children, and the childrens' children. When they do pass, Serana and Destra mourn with Maro and Aela. When Maro and Aela pass, they mourn with their children, and so on. Destra never gets used to losing her family, but Serana is there for her through it all.

Destra and Serana's love only grows over time. They discuss marriage but ultimately decide it isn't right for either of them. They do not need the gods to ordain their relationship, and they need no vows to know of the commitment they have to one another. Instead, they simply exist together with the knowledge that there is no one else in the world who could better understand, better appreciate, better respect, better support, or better love either than the other does. And it is enough.

Destra is two hundred and fifty-six years old. She knows she might live forever. She is unafraid of whatever the future may hold so long as she has Serana by her side.