He hears those words and they are almost a challenge - or a jest, he's not sure. But it's true. She knew him when he was asleep, when he was Irrylath inside the Darkangel, when his name was not his.

"We'll find a place to spend this day and night that last only hours, won't we?" He leans down to brush a kiss against her head, feeling, for once (no, not once, for the second time) absolutely entitled to it. Erin went with her, to Crystalglass, and she claimed no fear when all else feared what the sorceress might do.

But Irrylath, too, had not feared her. Once, for a time, when it was easier to find comfort in cowardice, but no longer. "The only one I will ever have."