Standing hand in hand at Stone-in-the-Wood, they watched the Crucible until the last blue flame died out. Rian's question lingered in their minds. "Will they come?" She knew his faith in their fellow gelfling was tested time after time on their journey. Would they believe him? Would they help him? Would they see the truth? He'd been let down so many times, it was no wonder there was still doubt.

"I think so," she assured him, placing her other hand on his. "Brea and Gurjin and the rest will, at least. And they may bring others." She offered him a smile, a genuine one. It was a relief to see Brea safe and the rest of their friends away from harm.

He returned her smile, but it faded into his exhausted expression. "We'd better get ready, then."

His hand slipped out of hers as he began walking off toward one of the buildings. It left an impression, just like his touch always did, as if her skin wanted to savor the sensation. Even now, she could feel him in her memory. His weight in her arms as she carried him through the breath of Thra, the hand he laid on her back after their crash to make sure she was alright, her arms wrapped around him as he carried her out of the cave's mouth… He had a way of making her feel protected and safe with only the touch of his hands, and the feeling always lingered.

His acts of gallantry didn't end there. She watched him slip back into the soldier as they journeyed through the caves of Grot. He led her, sword in hand, ready to face any danger they may encounter. He insisted on entering her house first, just in case there were any arathim inside. When a darkened nurloc attacked, he drew the creature to himself so she could escape.

She understood the impulse to protect well. After all, she'd done the same for him. When the Hunter infiltrated the Circle of the Suns, she instinctively jumped in front of Rian, not thinking of her own safety or how to defend herself. Her only thought was that she didn't want to see him harmed again.

She followed him to a large stone building behind them Maudra's home. They found the door padlocked. Rian disappeared into the Maudra's home for a brief moment and returned with the key.

"What is this?" Deet asked.

"The Armory," Rian answered, unlocking the door. "The Stonewood have a saying. 'The hand that wields the blade cannot help the fall into their feet, but there are times when the blade is necessary.' So, we're always prepared." He swung the doors open, revealing the stores of Stonewood weapons. Armor hung on the walls. Spears, axes, and swords rested in their stands. "Traditionally, when a Stonewood warrior's battle is over, they melt their blade down in the Crucible. The metal is then forged into new blades when they are needed again."

"Excuse me but…" She glanced towards the courtyard, "those blades didn't look melted to me."

"Yes, the Crucible stopped working after the Arathim Wars. I imagine the glaive had something to do with that. Perhaps Thra knew we would need them again before long."

They stepped in and looked around. The empty space on the shelves and walls gave some clue as to what exactly happened to the Stonewood Warriors.

"It seems your clan got your message, after all," Deet said, noting an empty axe-shaped space on the wall surrounded by a layer of dust.

"Yes," he murmured, gently leaning the glaive against a wall. "If I hadn't seen more Maudra Fara in the flames, I'd be fearing the worst."

Together, they spent the rest of the afternoon taking inventory and counting supplies. Once that was finished, Rian took up the duel glaive again. He held it up to the light and ran his fingers carefully along the edge. He didn't seem satisfied with what he found.

"For a legendary sword, this thing could stand to be a lot sharper," he quipped, taking a fresh whetstone off the shelf. "I think we've done about all we can here, at least until we see who shows up." He took the keys and started out. "Come on. I think I've got a surprise."

"What's that?"

He cast her smirk over his shoulder "How would you like to sleep with a roof over your head for a change?"

They walked away from the armory and he led her to a house not far from the village square. It was a charming home carved into the trunk of a tree. There was a little path lined with rocks leading up to it. Colored glass bobbles and a bird feeder hung from the lower branches. It looked dark, especially in the twilight of the setting suns, but she could so easily imagine it lit up with candles and a warm fire.

"I this your house?" she asked as Rian reached into a knot on the side of the tree and pulled out a spare key.

"It is now, I guess," he said. "This was my grandmother's house. I spent my summers here as a childling. She passed away a few unumn before all this chaos started. It passed to my father and now…" He unlocked the door without another word and they went inside.

It was dark and very still. She could see the fireplace, some soft chairs, a sofa and a rug on the floor. It looked cozy and lived in. It looked like a home and it made her heart ache for her own. "It's lovely."

"Thank you. This is probably my favorite place in Thra, to be honest." He looked around with a gentle fondness in his eyes. "Some of my happiest memories are here."

"Those summers you talked about? When your father would visit? Camping and fizzgig hunting?"

A smile spread on his lips. "Yes exactly. It'll be nice to spend at least one more night here. Whatever happens tomorrow…" The warmth in his face quickly faded to dread. That happened to him so easily and it made her heart hurt every time.

She put her hand on his shoulder as if she could transfer some of her warmth to him. "Let's try to make it fun, then."

"Fun?" he said as if he didn't know the meaning of the word.

"Yes, let's pretend we're just two gelfling spending a quiet night together. Tomorrow is just an ordinary day."

He looked amused for a moment but that, too, faded quickly. "As tempting as that is, I've had enough comforting lies for one lifetime."

"It's not a lie. It's a game," she said, putting some playfulness into her voice.

"The way a childling plays house?"

"Yes, that's it. We'll pretend we live a peaceful life here and we're just enjoying our evening the way we usually would."

"Alright." A genuine grin broke like daylight on his face. "But if we're going to play, we'll need characters."

"She beamed at him. Now he was catching on. "Good idea. I'll be Miss Hollerbat and I'm an herbalist."

"I'm Mr. Nebrie, the cobbler.

"Alright," she laughed. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Nebrie."

"Enchanted, Miss Hollerbat." He stepped forward and kissed her hand.

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "You have a lovely home, Mr. Nebrie."

"Thank you Miss Hollerbat. I'm so glad you could visit." His eyes drifted to the kitchen. "Let's just hope there's food in it."

"I'll start a fire while you look."

"Sounds good." He flashed her a smile as he headed toward the kitchen. "Please make yourself at home."

"For that, we might need to move this place quite far underground," she quipped, looking for flint stones.

"Whatever makes you comfortable," he said, laughter in his voice.

The sound made her heart swell. "And of course we'll need a few dozen nurloc."

"Nurloc might be hard to come by," he retorted, keeping up his playful tone, "but you can trip over a few hundred fizzgig at any given moment."

Rian managed to scrape together enough food for a stew, although he did have to check other people's gardens and hope a few vegetables wouldn't be missed. He also found a bottle of Spriton berry wine for them to share. Once supper was ready, they sat together by the fire to eat. When they finished, they sipped their wine as the fire crackled and they continue to their game.

"So how was your day, Mr. Nebrie," Deet asked, taking a sip from her glass.

"Well, let's see," Rian mused. "I woke up, had breakfast, tripped over about a hundred fizzgig…"

"You said that about the fizzgig, already," she pointed out, giggling.

"You don't understand they're usually everywhere. Just a truly ridiculous amount of fizzgig wherever you look." He put down his glass so he could gesture more freely. Deet laughed as he became more animated. "A lot of people keep them as pets, but my father always said 'why bother when there are going to be at least three barking at your door any moment?'"

"Didn't you say you hunted fizzgig as a childling?"

"Yes but we never kept them," he explained smiling at the memory. "We just gave them some belly rubs and some berries for their troubles and let them go."

"Oh, that's sweet." She could so easily imagine tiny Rian playing gently with the fuzzy creatures.

"Actually, when I was a childling, we had this neighbor. Orla was her name. She was the sweetest little old lady and she kept about five fizzgig at a time. They were the gentlest, most docile creatures you ever saw. They left every living thing in Thra alone except my father." A nostalgic twinkle came to his eye as he spoke. "My mother and I could always tell when he was almost home because all five would start yapping at once. I don't know what he did to earn their ire, but they never let it go. Those fizzgig and Maudra Fara were the only creatures in Thra who could irritate my father on purpose and get away with it."

"Maudra Fara?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm fairly certain teasing my father to his face was a favorite hobby of hers." A shadow passed over his face. "I imagine she'll miss that."

"Perhaps she can tease you instead," Deet suggested, hoping to lighten his mood.

He shook his head. "I don't think it will have the same appeal. A lot of my friends tease me all the time, but no one messed with my father." His smile faded as he looked away from her. He went quiet for a moment. His eyes fogged over as he lost himself in thought.

Deet reached out to him. "Rian?"

He looked up and flashed her a forced smile. "I'm fine." He let out a deep breath and continued their game. "So Miss Hollerbat, how are you enjoying Stone-in-the-Wood so far?" he asked, taking another sip from his wine glass.

"Oh, it's been wonderful," she answered, feeling the warmth in her chest. "There's so many beautiful plants and animals that I've never seen before. And I've met the sweetest gelfling… maybe not here, exactly, but near here. He is a Stonewood, though. He's great friend. He really helped me feel welcome on the surface, like I'm not so strange after all."

"I'm sorry Miss Hollerbat, but that's impossible," he interjected firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"I happen to know the sweetest gelfling in Thra is a Grotton named Deet." The way he looked at her made her heart beat wildly. "She's the kindest soul I've ever met. She's really been a great friend, too. I don't know if I'd have made it this far without her. I just hope that, with everything that lies ahead, I can keep her safe."

She reached out and put her hand on his, her heart racing all the while. "I know my friend Rian is very brave. I've seen him put himself between his friends in danger many times before. And he does it because he has so much love in his heart. Whatever happens tomorrow, I'll know he fought his hardest to protect everyone. It's too big a job for one gelfling to take on alone, but he tries anyway. I just hope he knows he's not alone and he'll always be my kind, brave friend."

"Deet always knows the best things to say," he choked out. She could hear tears behind his voice. He took her other hand, looking at her with glistening eyes. "What should he and say to her to tell her how much she's helped him?"

"He doesn't have to say anything. It's what friends do."

"What do you think Deet would like Rian to say to her?" He asked, leaning closer.

"Well," she paused to collect her thoughts and attempt to stop her head from spinning. "I imagine it made her feel really good whenever he told her he didn't think she was weird. After so many gelfling made her feel like she didn't belong, it was nice to hear out loud that someone accepted her."

He flashed a mischievous grin. "I'll bet Rian would like to know the names of these gelflings so he can have a little talk with them about how wonderful deed is and tell them they are idiots for not seeing it."

"Deet would probably say it's alright because he's already made her feel safe and accepted and…" She searched her mind for something to add, but she'd lost herself in the sparkling blue of his eyes. "…and he gives great hugs."

"I'll have to tell her she should try hugging Gurjin sometime to compare," he laughed. "And I should tell her that just being around her has made everything that happened more bearable."

"I'll have to tell him that just being around him makes her happy."

"And I'll tell her she makes the world seem more beautiful even when times are hard."

"And I'll tell him he makes the surface feel more like home."

"And I'll-" He stopped himself short and seem to deflate. "No…" he muttered to himself. "That's too much to ask."

"What?"

He let go of her hand and stood up, leaving the ghost of his touch behind. "It's just… I've lost so many gelfling I love on this journey…" He leaned on the mantle watched the fireplace as the logs burned and crackled. He went quiet for a long time, seeming to struggle with something in his mind. Finally he whispered her name. "Deet, I would accept one more comforting lie if only you say it."

"What is it?"

"Could… could you say you love me?" He looked at her and his eyes broke her heart. "You don't have to meet it. It can just be part of our game. But just hearing the words…"

"I can't," she whispered.

He nodded and turned back to the fire. "I understand."

She stood up, her heart pounding, and put her hand on his shoulder. "I can't because that is not a lie."

"Deet.." He turned to her and gently laid his hands on her face, looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "It's not a lie from me either."

He kissed her and she stumbled backward a few steps. Her heart felt like it could burst. She could hardly believe what was happening. She threw her arms around him and kissed him back.

"Deet," he whispered, drawing back for a breath. "Promise me we're not pretending anymore. Promise me that all you say is true."

"It's true," she said breathlessly. "I promise. I love you."

"I love you, too."

They stumbled backward together onto the sofa. She held onto him tight, like he was a dream that would disappear in the morning. He said he loved her and she felt it in her heart that this was true, but she also knew the wine and the pressure of the night could have played with their minds. If not for that, would she have taken her first bold step? Would he have answered her confession with one of his own? Is there any point in wondering now that they were together?

At some point, they lost their balance and came crashing to the floor, bringing the cushions down with them. She was so light with joy, she could do nothing but laugh. When she looked over, she saw him laughing too. She loved everything about his laugh, from the sound, to the sparkle in his eye, to the wrinkle in his nose. She could see why Mira would be cross with him if he stopped forever.

But then his laughter died and she followed his eyes to something glimmering on the floor.

It was a bracelet made from iridescent blue beads. Carefully, he picked it up and ran his fingers gently along the stones, staring at it with a haunted look in his eye.

"What is that?" Deet asked.

"This is Mira's" he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "She was looking for this. She thought it'd fallen off on the landstrider ride back to the castle."

Deet reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. Mira would always be a shadow over Rian's life. She knew that he never fully be over her. She didn't expect him to, not after losing her so horribly.

Rian let out a breath and his haunted eyes turned to her. "I- I'm sorry… this doesn't… I still meant everything I said."

"You miss her," she said, matter-of-fact. It was the truth. It was how he felt. There was no need to deny it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What for?"

"I love you, I do, but…"

"But you're still grieving her," she finished for him. "You lost someone you loved. You're allowed to miss her."

He shook his head like he didn't deserve her words. "You're too kind. I mean it. You're too understanding. You deserve someone who can give you all their heart."

His words struck her like a bolt and she could feel her heart begin to sink. "Oh…" Maybe we were still just pretending after all.

He saw the sadness on her face and jumped up in a panic. "Not that I don't. I mean… I just… it's complicated."

"I know…"

He gently took her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "I love you," he promised, his sincerity clear in his voice. "I want you to know that wasn't a lie. I don't want to waste what this night could be."

"Do you truly want to go on?" she asked, keeping her hands in her lap. "Is that what you really feel in your heart?"

He looked away and she watched him struggle in his heart. After a moment, he shut his eyes and shook his head. "I'm just not ready," he said, letting his hands slide from her shoulders, "not yet."

"You don't have to be ready."

His eyes fell on the bracelet once again. "What if we don't get another chance?"

She slipped her hand into his. "What if we do?"

A shy smile broke through. He pushed back her hair and kissed her temple. "One day," he promised in her ear.

They spent the rest of the evening curled up next to each other, watching the fire crackle and finishing the bottle of wine. It was comfortable and cozy. She felt at home here, not necessarily in Stone-in-the-Wood, but in his arms. He held her close and she nestled into him. Occasionally they stole a light kiss on the hand or cheek.

There was an understanding between them. They loved each other, that much was true, but Rian needed more time. After everything he'd been through, that was to be expected. But he promised her one day, and he was not sort of gelfling to make empty promises. One day his grief will fade into remembrance, the turmoil will pass, and they will be together in every way to gefling in love can.

When sleep began to hover over them, they cleaned up and went to bed. Rian invited her to share his. Neither of them wanted to be alone. This night was particularly treacherous and their bodies provided the warmth and comfort they both craved. They didn't make love that night, but now Deet longed for the day they would. She was confident that promised day would come. With him, she was sure it would be wonderful. And to think, not long ago, the idea of kissing him it seemed impossible.

Deet woke in the night to see Rian sleeping soundly next to her. She smiled. She liked seeing him like this, calm and peaceful. One day, she promised in her heart, you won't have to live your life on the run. You'll be safe and free of fear. And you'll be happy.

She reached out to brush his bangs off with his face, but she saw thin, purple line glow in the dark. She drew back her hand and the glow moved with it. It was her. The glow was inside her veins.

Before she could think on this further, Rian shifted. His eyes fluttered open. "Deet," he said, his voice heavy with sleep. "What time is it?"

"Go back to sleep," she whispered. "The suns haven't risen yet."

"You need to sleep too," he muttered. "We'll need all our strength tomorrow."

"Of course, I was just about to."

A lazy smile spread on his lips. He left her kiss on her nose and drifted back off.

She rolled over and settled back down into her pillow, keeping her hands tucked close to her body. Sleep took her as she hid her worry away in the back of her mind.

The next morning, she woke to the sunlight pouring in from the window. She could feel his arm around her waist, holding her, protecting her. She looked down at her own hands. She didn't see a purple glow from the night before, but she could still feel something stirring deep inside her.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

She rolled over to face him. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." He smiled at her, brighter than all three suns. But his face took on the look of a soldier as he remembered what this morning meant. "We should get going. There's a lot to do."

What if we don't? She thought. What if we stayed here and time stopped? And this moment could last forever?

She nodded. His arm slipped from her waist and he got out of bed, taking the warmth of his body with him.

But throughout the day, just like always, everything about him, the touch of his hands, the warmth of his smile, the sweetness of his kiss… lingered.