He pulled back, and looked up at her. “But I would do it all again, tear the world asunder to be at your side.”
She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, pouring her love into him.
He broke the kiss, and took a breath. “Now, dried cherries?”
She laughed and settled beside him. The airions took flight, spiraling up into the sky.
“Will they be all right?”
“I’m cloaking them,” Wolfe said absently, pulling out wrapped bundles. “I’ve enough reserves to hide them and us from any wandering eyes.”
“Is anyone about?”
“Some thea camps, and one group of Singers, but they are far enough not to be a problem.”
“The Ancients?” Kalynn asked.
“Pfft, those little dried turds?” Wolfe popped a cherry in her mouth. “Do not worry. Once the airions have fed, we’ll fly north.” He grimaced, and she knew it wasn’t the taste, it was the destination.
“She may have mellowed,” she offered as she bit into the tart fruit, bitter and sweet on her tongue.
Wolfe grunted. “And ehats might fly.” He pulled out a loaf of bread. “But you are right. She needs to know.”
“Will you have enough power to hide us?” she asked.
“So long as you don’t have your mount do any more loop-de-loops.” He raised a chiding eyebrow at her.
Kalynn just smiled. “It felt so good to be flying.” She reached for the crackers, but then she looked up and off to the west. The tug on her heart came again.
“Seeing?” Wolfe asked softly.
Kalynn nodded absently, lost in the sensation. They needed to be there, at a certain time, a certain place—
“Eat,” Wolfe nudged her shoulder with his. “Time enough to do what must be done.”
“We did something in the name of our love that reached far beyond us,” Kalynn was still lost in the possibilities. “It echos still. This is our chance to make amends.”
“Kalynn,” Wolfe said, his voice heavy with sorrow. “We can’t fix this.”
“No,” Kalynn whispered as the possibilities faded from around her. She smiled at Wolfe. “But we can set other feet on the path.”
Chapter Fifty
“Is there any lingering soreness when you move your bowels?”
Warna wrinkled her nose at that. Healers asked the most uncomfortable questions sometimes, and Evelyn was no exception. “No,” she answered.
“And your bowel movements are regular? Solid?”
“Yes, and yes,” she said patiently.
“And the color?”
“Evie!” Warna sputtered.
Evelyn laughed. “Sorry, it’s just that the expression on your face—” she laughed again, looking more mischievous than any priestess Warna had ever met. “Here, let me examine you one last time.”
Warna lay flat on the bed, and let Evie have her way. She admired the high ceilings and the sunlight streaming through the windows. Verice’s chambers were lovely, but she’d been cooped up in here for days.
