May your love be steadfast as the sea, Who kisses the shore eternal and never tires of the sand. —Teek wedding blessing A bed would have been nice, but Xiala had never been the type to worry about a bed. And the table in the war room was as big as a bed, even if it wasn’t as comfy. But she had waited so long for this, and it had seemed so impossible as the months stretched, that she did not want to wait any longer. Even for a bed.
