[ As always, her hold soothes him and the growing fear inside him that he has yet to give voice to. He holds that back for the moment, because as is customary with him, he finds himself being far more concerned with her needs than anything that might be causing him trouble. But still, he allows her to hold him, once again drinking in the comfort she gives him. The way she nuzzles her nose into his hair is something he has grown to like very much, and it relieves him to know that she is still responding in the same way that she always has.

A part of his mind chastises him for accepting her comfort when he should be the one reassuring her, but then again, they can both help each other. He practically melts beneath her as she begins rubbing his back, an action that eases some of the tension in his spine and shoulders as well.

He feared that they would never speak again, not like this, and what's more, he feared that the primal would sever their connection and their bond forever until one or both of them ended up in the aetherial sea.

Again, his emotions rise and his frame shakes even in her hold as he tries to settle them and wills his fears and worries to lessen. ]

I have missed you, Lantaa. [ His voice thickens with emotion as he adds: ] I feared that my last words to you would be unkind and hurtful, and that is not how I would have you remember me.