Disclaimer: Don't own Pern
The lines on his face told a life story that was ultimately heroic, and the crinkles around his eyes spoke more of who he had truly been, rather than who people had seen him to be. Amber eyes that had sparkled with mischief and life were now closed, lashes dusting his weathered cheeks in a way that had never ceased to fascinate her - dusting his cheeks as he finally entered what was a well-deserved rest.
Her hand was still clasped in his, and though her fingers shook as she caressed his brow - like she had so, so many times over the Turns - she didn't cry. Not because she was glad, or heartless as he himself had so often teased. No, because she knew he wasn't gone forever. Not to her, not to her heart.
She knew she'd see him again soon.