"Am I dead?" His voice was barely above a whisper and she couldn’t help but laugh as she drew him into her arms. It was good to hold him. It made the fact that they were together, both alive… a reality that she never wanted to leave. Their long journey on separate paths had finally converged and the path ahead would never deviate.

"No, my love," she whispered. "Not today." The words she shared with her brother earlier meant a lot more to her now.

"Oh, good," she heard Alistair say. "Don’t squeeze too hard." She loosened her grip on him and pulled back. She would have apologized if the pressing matter of injuries weren’t on her mind. "How do I look?"