As she poured her experiences through him, Ilyien grew graver. He could recall nothing of the time she lived through, but at the moment, this concern was so inconsequential that it hardly registered. Sabev was so young, so very young. He remembered her crying out alone, lost in Caeleste, with no escort to lead her back home. Even then, she'd not suffered so greatly as she was now.
It was a wonder she'd made it this long. Ilyien felt a growing pride for her, even as guilt for leaving her alone set in.
No, he said firmly. Come back, Little Flame. Come back to me. Stay for as long as you like. He hadn't stopped holding onto her, but the invitation was for his mind. I would never have left you. I'm sorry that I failed you. Come back now.