“A symbol of hope is still important,” Keriya told him. “There’s more to you than magic, anyway—take it from someone who knows.”
Valerion’s growl faded and a rueful chuckle surfaced in its place. Then he slowed. His head lifted and a faraway look came into his eye.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, reaching again for the absent Sethildras and cursing herself for doing so.
“Nothing,” he murmured. “But you are right. I have more to offer than just my magic.”
Keriya smiled. “That’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”
“It’s certainly something. You don’t mind if I leave you here?”
“Oh—uh, no. Not at all.”
“Until tomorrow.” Valerion retreated and turned onto a different corridor. Light from the crystal chandeliers winked off his diamond scales as he vanished with a flick of his muscled tail.
Keriya did
