Nar’Allia had stood suddenly shouting Serinae’s name. The glow from the quiver dimmed and went out.
By this time Lo’Rosse was desperate to understand what had been said. He had become increasingly frustrated at only being party to one side of the conversation, he tugged on Nar’Allia’s sleeve and implored her to take notice of him, “Narny, what is it, tell me please.”
Nar’Allia turned slowly unwilling it seemed to take her gaze from the quiver. She looked at her husband, her eyes focused on his. She seemed to notice him for the first time. “Lo’Rosse, I’m sorry, I ……” Her voice trailed away as the tears fell.
He held her close, hugged her until the tears subsided once more. Then with a shaky voice she told him everything that had been said. He listened carefully. When Nar’Allia had finished he simply said, “by the Maker.”