Only one seal left. It was suffocating her. One left and he would be gone. She couldn't decide to be happy, to be sad. She couldn't decide to be.
They went for a walk at night, holding hands through the marketplace. She put everything away in her mind, memorized every detail. The moon sparkling off dewdrops, the fresh smell of twilight, the feel of his rough hand against hers.
She was fighting back tears. It was ridiculous, and she hated it. She hated herself; why couldn't she just be happy for him? He would be all better; he would be able to go home; he would be able to get back to his work, his people, his world.
She choked on a bitter laugh. He pulled her along as he went to take a closer look at some merchandise. She couldn't look, couldn't see them. She felt his hand around hers, heard his heart beat, pumping his blood through his body.
He looked at the moon and smiled, and she decided to be happy.