A/N: I guess I left this story out in the cold for a while, too. Ah, well.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
They left the mauntery in silence. Not even Liir, with his newfound capacity for speech, spoke a word. They stayed the night at an inn in the Emerald City.
They fed Liir dinner and put him to sleep and then they fell into bed with each other, exploring the strange yet familiar terrain of each other's bodies.
Elphaba found his scar and kissed it, a benediction from a tainted maunt who claimed she had no soul. Fiyero found upon her the small, hidden, marks of pregnancy she had never dared expressly search for and traced them or kissed them where they fell below the line of where she would be touched by hands.
Her elegant long fingers ran through his hair and danced along his diamonds. He wound the precious onyx coils of her spun-coffee hair around his wrists and pulled her forward, and they brought each other back from the dead.
Afterwards, she asked him for his story and he for hers.
"I saw your blood," she said. "I had a breakdown. I found myself at the mauntery of the church where you found me before. I stayed in a coma for a year. I woke up, and I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't think about you without feeling like I was going to break down again, and I couldn't feel at all. So I didn't. And then you came. And here we are," she finished. "So."
He noted the strange hesitant quality of her voice, the way her sentences grew from short and stiff to slowly longer and more expressive, and then fell back again.
"So," he echoed. "I followed you that night. I got back before you did, though. There were Gale Forcers there. They beat me to within an inch of my life, then dragged me off. They tried interrogating me a few times at the beginning, then once this past year. But it was obvious I knew less than they did, so they let me go when I threatened to have the Vinkus secede and rebel. And then I searched for you. Finally, some creepy old woman named Yackle told me you were in the mauntery."
"But-but that's not possible," she breathed. "Yackle was in the mauntery! She couldn't have left!"
Fiyero stared a moment.
"You know, she was there that night," he said.
"At the Philosophy Club."
The two lovers stared at each other.
The silence was only broken by a murmur from their young son, in his sleep.
"Horrors", he muttered again. "Horrors."