Ryelle woke as if from a nightmare. She found herself on the ground by a roaring fire. She stood up and walked around before seeing the form of her captor curled up by the fire. It was too small to be either Yyrtof or Tytion, but just big enough to be Kymer. She crept over and drew her knife before tapping them on the shoulder. Suddenly Dromyr flew up in a storm of blankets looking shaken and a little weak. He spotted her and sighed.

"Oh, it's just you," he said rubbing the back of his head, trying to hide what looked like a black eye and a hurt arm. "You had me worried when you passed out in the hallway. How's your head?" He looked concerned and a bit frightened at the sight of her with the knife.

"I'm fine Dromyr, I just have a bit of a headache. How did you get me out of there, I thought that Tytion was going to kill you!" She looked at him again and noticed several wounds she hadn't seen before.

"He nearly did," he said looking at the cut in the side of his tunic, it wasn't hurting as much any more, but it still bled from time to time. "It was worth it though to help you. I couldn't let them do that to you. If you hadn't taught me how to defend myself, I never would have gotten away alive with you. I managed to knock him out, so I think we're still being looked for. We're about fifty miles out side of Sandyr. We made good time. You've been out for a few days. Are you hungry?" Ryelle stared back at him with guilt. She began to blame herself for his injuries, thinking that he could have been killed if something had gone wrong.

"Dromyr?" Ryelle asked "What about your parents? Won't they be worried about you?" Dromyr turned away and looked into the flames, a solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

"Yyrtof killed them and burned down the house after I escaped with you. I watched from the roof of the Celestial Inn. I don't want to go into detail." He was very silent for a time, before Ryelle broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry Dromyr, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten you involoved..."

"No, it's not your fault, Ryelle, don't you ever think that. If I hadn't saved you I would have lost my only true friend. I never really talked or saw my parents, because thay were always working, loosing you would have been far worse." He stared back at her with those big green eyes of his, and she felt truly sorry for him. But deeper yet, she felt and emotion she'd never felt before. She ignored it for the time being, sitting next to him on the cold ground. Turning to face him, she hugged him, and they remained that way for what seemed hours.

"Thank you Dromyr. Thank you." She whispered over and over again. His tears falling on her cheek and merging with hers.

"Anything for you Ryelle." He whispered back. They fell asleep in each others arms and awaited the light of daybreak to emerge.