how can you rise
if you have not burned?
He gives her the story, and she listens, not interrupting as he goes through his family. Her hand finds his, her thumb stroking the clean skin of his own hands, leaving smears of dirt and blood behind. It is only at the mention of Zariah’s claim that her brow creases slightly. ”Claims?” she says, and there’s something vaguely disbelieving in that. ”Do you believe her?” Maybe it didn’t matter, in the end. The child was gone, and the belief was he was Neron’s son. The Eirachi had her child and her retribution.So why did Weaver fear that it wasn’t over? Maybe it was. Maybe this was enough. The Eirachi had her child, Neron was dethroned. She needed to know if there was more to the bargain Zariah made with the Eiriachi. Had she traded her son just for a chance at the title of Warden? Or had there been more spoken? Yet to go to the Eirachi is to encourage yet more deals, with a debt she did not want to pay. Some things were best left alone, though Weaver was not sure if this was one of those things or not.
He takes her hands, and she leans into him, pressing her forehead to his. ”I wish I could get it into my head. What a pair we make.” He felt too much, and she too little. Together, they might be okay, but they could not share emotions or their lack. ”Maybe,” she admits quietly, realizing that she may lose him. That this may be the beginning of the end, that he may choose to leave. She can feel the pain of that, though, a crushing possibility she’d rather not live through. ”Perhaps without the shadow of your family, they can see who you are. I do not know, but you are stuck here until Deepfrost ends, one way or another.”
WEAVER
