Merthin nodded. “Half the town thinks you’re an angel already.” “I’m not, though,” she said. “No,” he said with the familiar grin that she loved so much. “But you’re the closest they’ve seen.” The wind blustered suddenly. Caris grabbed Merthin. He held her tightly, standing confidently on spread feet. The gust died away as quickly as it had come, but Merthin and Caris remained locked together, standing there at the top of the world, for a long time afterward.
