She went to him.
Put her forehead against his chest.
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He got both arms around her and held on. The bond hummed between them, low and bright, and no one said a word not Kael, not Aria, not the witches behind them. Morwen turned back to the basin and gave them the moment without making a production of it.
After a while Aria spoke.
"Tomorrow."
"Yes."
"At dawn."
"Yes."
"You'll be here."
"I'll be here."
"On the other side of the iron circle."
"On the other side of the iron circle."
She pulled back and looked up at his face. His eyes were wet. They were steady anyway.
"You should sleep," she said. "You've been eight days on the road."
"So have you."
"I know. We both sleep. Tonight's for resting. Tomorrow's for the chair."
He nodded.
He didn't let go
