Vastor gave her a soft kiss, wishing he could stay home with her.
"How long will you be away?" Zinya asked.
"I don't know. This is bad, Zinya. Really bad. We might even have to postpone the wedding."
"I don't care about the wedding. I just want you to come back alive." She held him tight, perceiving the immense strength that his stumpy body concealed so well that even his owner failed to see it.
Yet Vastor's power was gentle and his touch always kind. He never raised his voice with her, not even when they argued.
Even back when she was just a nameless blind woman to him, Vastor had always treated her as a peer, without the contempt or sympathy that her condition usually inspired.
It was the reason why she had started to like him. Then, after her recovery, when she was a housemaid at the Verhen's house, with nothing but her first name as her possession, Vastor had helped Zinya to get her children back.
