Moonsong Glacier and I'm drinking your wine

You are a young woman, he wanted to say. Her reassurances did not do quite what either of them had hoped. He was still worried for Fallen Sun, and for Eira to a lesser degree. It was not that he thought her feelings less important, but that she was far more of a flight risk than the stalwart sunset man.

"I will trust your heart," he said to her, a little smile on his face. Perhaps his worries were still clear in the slight furrow of his brow, but he understood there was no such thing as certainty in this world. "But please know, Eira, that you are valued here beyond your worth to Fallen Sun, and beyond your way with pelts. I see a friend in you."