You’re tired, Elspeth whispered, her voice covering his mind like a blanket. I’ll be here when you wake up. Rest now. I don’t want rest, Elspeth. His eyelids drooped. I just want you. I know. She paused. It’s still very striking, your nose. Undoubtably your best feature. Muscles feathered in the corners of Ravyn’s mouth. You think so? Good night, Ravyn. Good night, Miss Spindle.
