"Do you really need to go?" Irea asked, wrapping her hands around Layn's belt. Hugged to his back, she just listened to the calm beating of his heart.
"I was the one to suggest the plan," the archmage replied, lowering his hand and cupping it around his wife's hand. "I cannot send others for this nearly suicidal mission if I don't go myself," he said, taking a moment to enjoy the girl's warmth.
"Aren't you the leader of the camp?" Irea asked, still unwilling to accept the harsh reality. "Can't you just order someone to do it?" she asked in a pleading voice.
