We talked, the Brute and I. More like yelled, and I threw mud, which missed him. I slapped him and yelled...but...It has never been anything like that before, yet he wears his ring once more, he still loves me just as much as I him. I got to feel his touch, to fall back into his arms, the place in all the lands where I belong. The one person that no matter all odds, can make me calm even when all the rest blazes around me

We talked, and he held me, he touched not just skin but my soul. He brought life back when I was near the brink, and each moment we have together...Each word spoken and unspoken, is a treasured memory. Though each kiss takes my breath just as the first.