Luneshale Pass fifty-fourth

Finally she sought the Erpa-ha, and found him surrounded by the scent of vomit, lost in song.

Her resentment faded into concern. Melody approached in silence. She did not interrupt his song but let it finish, let it fade as her anger had.

When she finished, she looked to him with a hesitant expectancy; what would he say to her now? Senmut, She greeted cautiously, half in anticipation of his anger. Perhaps she would deserve it.

But she could not regret her decision. Her heart had found its home.