The Heartwood oh, adi, don't you know you're still number one?

he was ready for her. he held fast as she surged toward him, and took her into his embrace readily, absorbing her words, her tears.

i know, ishara, he murmured against her cheek, breathing deep, eyes downcast. maybe that is the point, though. easy—

aditya detached himself and backed away, looking at her. how many seasons had he known the girl? but not a girl now—a woman. perhaps dearest to him above all, besides his children.

besides—

ishara, you deserve better than me, adi went on. i have been telling you that for years. he nodded to the den. and you have found someone. . .?