“Ayar Elwyn.” A slight tremble ran through Lyrei’s lips as she spoke the words. “I don’t speak elf,” Dann whispered, wiping tears away, smiling. “One Heart,” she said, slapping his hand. “It is a word for when you realise you have found a soul whose heart is cracked in all the right ways that fit yours. They fill the gaps in you and you in them. They are the light that stops the world from going dark. Simply by being, they make you whole. It’s not a thing that is earned, it’s just something that is.
