Heron Lake Plateau They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown.

She walked slowly, wordlessly, trudging towards one of the less traveled portions of the territory.  She didn't recognize the name he kept repeating, and did not know yet that he was hallucinating his dead mate — correction, he thought Ceara was his dead mate.

It's okay.  I've got you, was all she whispered as she helped him somewhere quiet.