But as we all sat together in the formal dining room, sharing food and wine, it just made me miss Jugs even more. He would have enjoyed it. He would have laughed at Ciffir’s jokes. He would have liked Kimil’s brash, overbearing nature—similar to Lyri’s. He would have sat and talked and joked with Seis and Lyri and Iorn, and politely conversed with the reserved Talimuth. He should have been there with us, as my consort. My partner. The other half of me.
