The thought of her own long life is chilling; a daymonth has done little to change either of them, but she knows that cannot last. In time Irrylath will fall to dust, as must every living being. If they meet again, perhaps he will be an old man; and Aeriel will be Aeriel yet, youthful and changeless as the lons, the new lady of NuRavenna.

"I would forget myself before you, husband."