Suddenly there were tears in her eyes and she was sobbing. Crying into Davian’s shoulder, gripping Wirr’s hand so tightly that it probably hurt, but she found she couldn’t stop. From the shaking of their bodies as they returned her embrace, they were feeling the same thing. There was no exultation, no sense of triumph. Just mourning for those they had lost, and… relief. Pure, blessed relief, the release of a tension that had been with them all for far, far too long.
