Milori laid his hand over hers, chasing away the familiar chill of the air. She hadn’t realized she’d begun digging her fingers into his arm. She certainly hadn’t realized how close she had come to weeping. Slowly, she loosened her grip on him, and she was left with nothing but the blunted edge of her despair. After a moment, he let her go, and Clarion withdrew her arm to the warmth of Spring. The lack of contact felt more like a loss than it ought.
