Jergen found Ylwa in her room. She was lying on her bed, facing the wall. Jergen rested a hand gently on her arm. Ylwa shrugged it off. "Ylwa," he said firmly. "Talk to me."
"She said they are grown. They are adults, and have children and even grandchildren," Ylwa said, and fresh tears began to spill down her red, splotchy face.
"She told me," Jergen said comfortingly. "She told me all about the wonderful men they have become. They turned out great!"
"It can't be true. I don't want wonderful, honorable men! I want my boys back. I want to be the one to hug them and rock them to sleep and tend to their scrapes! If what she says is true, that opportunity has been stolen from me!" Ylwa spilled out.
"It would have been great if life could have worked out that way, but it didn't." Jergen told her. "Now you know. They have grown. They have been cured of their curse, and one day they will be coming to retrieve you."
"You think so?" Ylwa asked.
"I know so," Jergen said. "Aela said that once Vilkas and his mate have passed on to Sovngarde, they will be coming with Kodlak to set us all free, and take us with them to an afterlife that consists of feasting, stories, and celebration."
"They will both be there?" Ylwa asked.
"Yes. Farkas already is, and Vilkas is cured as well. They haven't forgotten those of us who are trapped here. They will be coming," Jergen said with certainty.
