Laszlo sighed, but Conall didn't wait for an answer, leaving us. Laszlo stepped closer, his arm bracing my waist gently. He stepped and my body followed instinctively, the movements unfamiliar but his leading was elegant and calm in comparison with the storm of dancing Conall had led me through. "He is…young," Laszlo remarked, turning us, his gaze glancing over Conall. I laughed at that summation and nodded. "He is." It made me ache, actually. I didn't know how old Conall was, how long he would live, but I knew he was young compared to me, to Laszlo and Hywel and Asterion.
