It was almost noon when the smiths finally finished their task. As Sofia and Remi secured the final crate, the smiths prepared to leave.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Remi whispered, holding her close.
“I know,” she whispered. “I am afraid to let you go.”
“I miss him too,” Remi replied. Kissing her cheek.
Sofia nodded.
“We must keep our minds focused. There is no time for hesitation now. The other runners should have their deliveries made by tomorrow at the latest. With yours, Burning Ember will have fulfilled their obligation in this war.”
“Yes,” he said. “Now I will go, and you do the same. Get out of here before the danger comes. Let those bastards find nothing but empty streets.”
Sofia smiled, kissing Remi again before pushing him away and returning to their home to change into her traveling robes.
She pulled them from her closet and grabbed her pack, finding Soren’s bag packed neatly beside hers.
