As if I gave you a choice. From the moment I told you I was suffering, from the moment you saw me fall and return, you got to work. Even dragged your strange, rock-licking friend into it. You two found out everything I needed to know. You chased me through the woods when I was half-mad and did all you could to put me right. And when it came time...

[He just gives a nod. He doesn't mention the way her face had contorted as the memory faded, as if something had struck her. He doesn't bring it up, because he doesn't want her to worry. Not when it could have just as easily been a muscle ache or hangover.]

You went through hell for me, Kiera. And I am so sorry that I ever resented you.

[Because he had, even if he'd never spoke it aloud. Resented her in the same way he'd resented Zahliya. He'd held them both to a standard they could never achieve, because he never dared ask for help.]

I wouldn't be here without you.

[He squeezes her hands, even if all he really wants to do is pull her in for a tight hug. Maybe she'll see the way his arms flex and relax with the desire.]

It has been strange, though. I still feel that grief, and I know it should be brighter. Angrier. But at the same time, I have experienced several months. I have healed, even without realizing it.