LERRIN
A new kind of ache—or rather, a different one—hit him then. He needed her. Needed to be close to her, to hold her, to be certain she was safe and well. Despite his own pain, he yearned for her, and as he opened his mind to find her, he was immediately embraced with her yearning for him.
You're awake! she sent before he'd even found his words. How bad is it? I'm getting you some food. Do you think you can eat? I think you need to.
The idea of anything solid made him sick, but he agreed with her that his body needed it.
I'll try, he sent.
There was a hesitation in her then, a waiting. To see his heart.
He closed his eyes. Are you well my love?
He felt her—she was sharing everything with him—the cascade of joy that showered her when he gave her those words. He cursed himself for hurting her as he had in these past days.
I am better than well, Lerrin. I have your heart. That's all I yearn for.
