Cerryl knew her words were a promise, a long-delayed affirmation of Myral’s visions and Kinowin’s hopes, and the challenge that would occupy him for as long as he lived. He glanced toward the healer and the deep green eyes that enfolded him.
As long as we both live. With that thought, Leyladin smiled.
Cerryl felt her thought and smile, though his eyes traversed the winter lands beyond the White Tower, and the spring to come. So long as we both live.