The Sunspire For in his eye were stars that burned

Maybe we can say it's open to anyone now?

Her dark knight was fading fast, and she quickly understood that every single moment with him was more precious than gold. Though she could not — and would not — verbalize it, the druid still loved him too. She always would, in a way that was almost perverse. She loved to be hurt by him; it kept him close. Now, he was so, so far away.

A whine, as silent as a whisper on the wind, rose in her throat as he uttered what was certainly his last words — and they were of her. What did she do to deserve such devotion from a man, after all the world had thrown at them to keep them parted? All too soon, his soul began to separate from his body and Olive watched on as the life slipped away from her husband. Then, he was gone. 

It had finally happened.

Without the ease of a dying man to consider anymore, the woman let out a wail that was part anguish and part sorrow, and part an inability to verbalize her complex emotions at that moment. Almost without thinking, the tiny woman threw her chin back and loosed a howl of grief, begging that someone, anyone, might help her navigate this situation — and she sincerely hoped that this someone might be her Alpha, @Rannoch. The presence of her innocent babes and the loss of the only man she had ever loved were simply too much to bear.