He takes her hand, and she twines their fingers. It's both short and long a walk to his room, a breath of time where her mind races and her heart speeds ahead of those thoughts, a thunder in her ears. Of all the places to find one another, it's near a city of ruins. Why is he here? And what's this about dead dragons whispering?

That look of his is gentle and sweet, and it has her toeing the door shut behind them and walking those few steps to catch him in a hug. A tight and desperate hug, arms around his neck. Irriella's long since leapt from her hold.

He's all she sees. All she ever did, all she ever would.

"You really thought I'd marry another?"

She presses her face to his neck. It's not a home, but anywhere with him could be one.