Jaers sighed and held Elia close as he dared in such company. He'd missed her more than he could say; the easy laughter, the smiles, the arguments and banter. Her skin against his own; the silk of her hair in his fingers; the pillows thrown across a room of a morning.
Her perfume was the amber myrrh it always was, her heart as slow, steady beat... He relaxed and let his eyes close for just a second. The illusion they were alone, that time could stop and they could simply stay as they were, close as this, unmoving, unchanging... He pressed a kiss to her forehead and forced himself to let her go.
"I'll come as soon as I may. Plans are in place and it may be sooner than we think... Give my love to her."