I have written to him, but I do not know when I will hear back.” “And yet thou’rt still sane! I’m not sure I would be.” “Sometimes insanity is tempting,” I admitted. In the dark, Iäna’s hand found mine, and we sat for a while in silence, until I dredged together enough fortitude to say, “I am keeping thee from thy rehearsal. I should go.” “As long as thou com’st back,” said Iäna.
