They were sitting in the day room in silence when the bedroom door opened and Kaira motioned them in. Her expression betrayed nothing, but Adrahn thought her eyes looked more distant than they had appeared in a while.
The room was dim, the only light coming from the single window facing to the back garden. A small fire was crackling in the hearth, and the room was warm. Kaira went to the form on the bed and whispered something to him, obscuring their view. Then she sat down on the bed by his head, her hand placed gently on his shoulder.
Humans were such strange creatures, Adrahn thought, as he approached the bed and the withered man lying in it. They grew, thrived, and died so soon. They were so fragile, yet capable of so much; what they lacked in longevity they made up in sheer determination.
It hadn’t been easy to watch age eating away at Damon. Over the years their interactions had become less frequent – the distance and their different life situations hadn’t alway