There were other friends that he had intended to greet at the gathering, but Hadama no longer seemed to see them as he looked upon a young woman he had never thought to see again on this side of Mort's Halls. She was, as ever, fully herself: not the linen-wrapped body that had been buried on the promontory, but a young woman as bright and vivaciously alive as she was in his memories. It was only her smile that kept the mask of serenity in place, though there was a suspicious sheen of saltwater in his eyes as he bowed deeply, overcome by emotion in his own quiet way, and then offered his arm to her.
"I have missed you."
But he would not darken this day with grief. Instead he took the gift that Remi had given to them and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he drank inSeren 's unmarred appearance, a smile threatening to crack his calm facade. "It has been too quiet in Torchline without your laughter."
"I have missed you."
But he would not darken this day with grief. Instead he took the gift that Remi had given to them and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he drank in
