Silvertip Mountain One day it will be all better.

Zaria's words soothed him, calmed him and he smiled - the smile lighting up his entire face and removing the shadows that had clouded it. "Indeed," he said, pleased. He had forgotten the cardinal rule about relationships - yes, he had chosen her but she had also chosen him. It wasn't fair to either of them to doubt that, but he was pretty sure this would be the last conversation they had that involved jealousy. It wasn't really him anyway.

Zaria nosed into his fur and FitzDutiful's breathing became slow and steady once again as sleep overtook him and claimed him for the rest of the night.