“Rowan is a force to be reckoned with.” Dory answered once they had parted. The embrace had ended too soon – a lifetime would be too soon – but there was nothing he could do to stop her pulling away. “As is Tilda.” Tilda was one of the best healers Dory had ever encountered, stronger in fortitude than most. 

He took a small step back and looked over at the table. Their dinner would still be perfectly hot, the roast and potatoes a delicious meal, and yet Dory found himself without an appetite. He was tired, so mind numbingly tired. 

“Let's eat.” He suggested despite knowing the food would sit like lead in his stomach. “You can tell me about what dear old Mrs. Smith has been up to.”

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