“Will you be that for me, Ildiko,” he said. “That beacon in the void?” Ildiko’s heart cracked. Loneliness had been her most constant companion, the silent shadow that hovered over her for years. If there was one thing she understood, it was the emptiness of the internal void. Her reply might not make sense to him now, but she’d explain later when they were alone. She reached out, fingers tracing the herringbone pattern of his chainmail sleeve. “The void is vast, like the sea at night and no land in sight. I’ll be the beacon, Brishen.”
