Chapter 16The rain tapered off. The sun emerged, brilliant ebullient orange over the peaks and valleys of the Crags. Light tumbled all over the pastures and hills and herds of bounding goats. Gareth hovered, but in a considerate way: trusting Lorre to be truthful about recovery, but never far away, either. Just in case.
Lorre did not mind. Gareth wanted him, and wanted to be with him, and cared for him: that was a new sensation, one that he did not recall much throughout his long life. Gareth knew who he was and what he’d done, and chose him, plainly and readily, without doubt.
They went up into the hills and out to the farms, to some of the grazing grounds and frost-touched reaches. Lorre sat down among bare wounds of earth and gradually coaxed life back up: reminding it of what it coul
