Thalen watched the morning sun rise over the Citadel's towers, its beams dancing across the Circlet of Memory now resting atop Emberane's bed in the healers' tower. The Circlet glimmered softly its glow no longer veiled, but steady, almost breathing. A promise.
He felt the weight of Willow's promise roots restored, memories rekindled and with it, hope for a world healed.
Stepping through the courtyard, Thalen found Renal by the eastern wall, consulting parchments and scouts. He offered a nod.
"Scouts have reported no Shadehand flickers for two days," Thalen said. "We're holding."
Renal folded his parchment. "Once Emberane begins the Writ of Restoration, aura tremors will ripple. We're bracing around the Watch posts."
"Good," Thalen replied. "The Border Watch needs protection and purpose."
