:There is help coming,: Florian said. :A Herald on circuit. Just rest now, until he comes.:
'We did it,' he said again, wonderingly.
:We did. The barriers will hold for now. We have bought some breathing space.:
Breathing space. Time. He blinked, and looked up at the blue sky. Maybe a little rest. All three sounded impossibly good.
Never mind that he was truly going to be the Karsite envoy now, a position he didn't want, and wasn't sure how to fill. And never mind that there was a young engineer back in Haven who made him think very uncomfortable and yet delightful thoughts.
There was still the Imperial army out there—and no telling what they would do. Karal himself was now a potential major target for them. And the cataclysmic mage-storm was yet to come.
But at the moment, it doesn't matter. For now, they had time—and a little time—and each other—could be all they needed.
