But I have promises to keep

Tonravik nodded to him. He was captive to the allure of the flame; Tonravik saw stupidity there, but could not correct him. The Tartok wolf presumed he knew it, too. If he lived for his flame, now, then surely he would die for it. As he yawned, Tonravik felt tiredness return to her. Soundlessly, she turns, and nods to him.

Come daybreak, they would go as agreed. Whatever came from that she could not be sure, but she supported Njal in this endeavor, and they had forged a deal. She moved to meet him at his side, and pressed onward to return to Echelon. Tonravik did not think of how Tuwawi might respond to she and her aokkatti, given the fact that they had not wronged her. Only Njal. But if he was received ill, Tonravik knew she would stand by him; he was Tartok, and one did not simply let Tartok fall to the hand of a fickle heart.