Sun Mote Copse Make it a point to tell me when you get to the end

They cried together a while—a long while, to be honest—and Wildfire's sobs only lessened because she had utterly exhausted herself. The crying had been cathartic in a way. She wouldn't have said she felt refreshed, though some of the jagged edges of her mental anguish had dulled, the hurts less now.

"Eljay," she spoke into the silence, "can you... promise me something?" Her watery eyes sought and found his, which were rimmed with red. "If this is what I think it is... if..." Wildfire had to stop and suck in a shaky breath, collect herself a bit more. Her voice sounded utterly wrecked. "Will you make sure the children don't forget me?" Better yet, "Will you make sure they remember me?"