“There will be an assessment,” she murmured. “I know, beautiful.” “But I suppose there will be light there,” she mused, trying to comfort herself. “Tessa.” It was just her name, but she could hear the note of agony ringing in it. She turned to look at him once more. “None of you will be there. I’ll be alone.” His eyes momentarily fell closed, and she could feel his helplessness down the bond. It was interesting, watching him experience something she’d felt so often because of him.
