Rowan and Syryn slept on the same bed as couples did but the intimacy between them was lacking. The mage was awake on the third night since their departure from Coop. Rowan's arm was around his waist and the man was fast asleep, breathing deep and even.
I sense that you have questions.
Syryn gently ran his fingers down each rounded knuckle on Rowan's hand. He was restless and it soothed him when he touched the anti mage.
[You told me that you're just a small part of the Sage's consciousness that was left behind after his death.]
That is true.
[For what purpose did the Sage leave you in the pearl?]
To find a successor.
[Me.]
Yes. I will pass on what knowledge I have and then leave you to inhabit a new body.
[What if you stay in my head till I die?]
That would be unwise.
[I'm not asking you to. I was just curious.]
You are in a bad mood?
