Nicasi lay in his bed, surrounded by sisters, basking in their happiness as he waited for the love of his life to come back home. He was too sore and weak to do much more than smile as they talked and laughed around him, but that smile sure felt good.
He was alive when he thought he'd died, whole when he knew he'd been broken. And he would get to see Lysander again.
He didn't care how sore and weak he was right now. Nothing could ever hurt more than having to say goodbye.
The pain of believing the parting was permanent still lingered in his memory, an echo of something he'd rather forget. There was only one thing that could make it better.
Ly, are you almost here? I'm starving. Nicasi's lips quirked as he sent the thoughts toward their target, knowing full well Lysander would take his complaint literally. I'm not sure how much more I can take.
