Silvertip Mountain I wonder if I've been changed in the night

She had a reply for his answer—that Ursus would need him even after that, but the words fell away in his moment of shared vulnerability, a sobbing sound that gripped her heart.

She watched him slide lower down towards Astara until his face pressed into her lifeless body. Arielle lowered herself next to him, slowly and gently resting her head across his trembling shoulders. There were no words to offer because no words would help; right now, they were useless. All she could offer was herself. And she would stay there for as long as he would allow.