Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

ciri's touch was gentle; it sent a jarring thrill through the man who had long missed the warmth of feminine arms. he accompanied her deeper into the stone lodge, glancing about.
"i seek a man who has harmed one of my wives," chakliux murmured. so much had come to pass in a year's time. "i found him, with my hunting-brother dutch. he is wounded. but i must turn back for home."
his smile was true. "why are you here, ciri?"