Tristan should be going, not me, thought Aiden. He pulled Tristan into a hug. “I wish you were coming too,” he said.
“You know I can’t,” said Tristan smiling reproachfully. “I’d be no use if my leg gave out.”
Aiden smiled sympathetically. “Look after yourself… and the others,” he added, glancing at Branwyn and Andor behind him.
Tristan nodded and clapped Aiden on the shoulder.
Aiden turned to Branwyn next. Her eyes were watery, but she did not cry. He was glad.
“Be careful,” Branwyn said, hugging him.
“I’ll try not be too reckless,” said Aiden, smiling.
Then Aiden took Andor into a huge hug, lifting him off the ground. “Goodbye little brother. I’ll miss you.”
“Can’t I come too?” said Andor, his voice muffled in the folds of Aiden’s jacket.
Aiden shook his head. “Not this time.” He
