“We shouldn’t die, you mean.” She crossed her arms and glared at him sternly, as severe as Owailion at his worst.
Lar rubbed his chest absently and then softened his suggestion. “Would you mind if I bound his ghost to Here permanently?”
Liri sighed with regret before she warned, “He won't stay if I'm in your life. It's not me you have to convince. It's Grandfather who objects. He won’t stay Here if he’s not content with me.”
Lar nodded his head and conjured a sheet of paper and stylus. He hurriedly wrote down his ideas before he voiced them. “It will take more than just getting him to accept you. He'll also have to recognize that I'm not a child and I’m in love with you, that I married to you. He will also have to stay Here, not hide away in his library. He needs to understand that time
