“My beautiful, beautiful female,” Ketahn rumbled. He carefully wiped another tear from her cheek. “Why do you cry? I am here with you. You will never have to live without me.” A small laugh escaped her. “Promise?” Ketahn made a low, rolling trill, soothingly sweeping his thumb across her cheek again. “Kir rayathi kir’ani ikarex elush ul sythal, Ivy.” I weave my word into a bond, Ivy. “I promeese.”
