Larksong Grotto cranberry

a quiet look warmed the scar-twisted features. "a woman. she took care of me when i lay dying and feverish. now i take care of her."

it was the way of things. the dreamer still did not think the stranger had ever given her name, but it did not matter. names too were part of their great illusion.

he did not want to say more. instinct warded the man against revealing anything else about wilwarin or the boys. "what changed?"

his obsidian eyes seemed to drink her in suddenly, the dreamer searching for the truth behind her eyes.