“You…you know?” “Not in as many words. He has not said it to me.” She broke off a piece of bread on her plate and fiddled with it idly. “But I knew when I saw him at the edge of the Gle’Golun, pleading with me to return to him. I saw his pain, and it was not the agony of a man who had simply lost his new toy. I see it in his eyes when he is tender with me. I hear it in his laughter. It is why I do not truly fear his wrath, even though I should.”
